COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43982.33

Combating boredom. I’ve been fairly lazy the past few days. I’ll get back on the stick this upcoming week as I still have work to do on the backyard deck. Right now, I’m just enjoying the respite and mustering up the energy to want to chisel, scrape, sand and paint.

The birds are in full tilt boogie mode, but I’ve been ignoring them photographically speaking. Our super mutt Fiona kept me up most of the night the other night, whining and pacing around the house while I was trying to get sleep. It seems she had managed to get another rabbit and had stashed the carcass behind one of the lilac bushes. I knew something was up before going to bed when I tried to get her in the house and she was non-responsive. Normally, she would be the first dog to the door. I scanned the yard with a flashlight, thinking she had found something, but I couldn’t find anything. It wasn’t until I let her out the next morning when she made a bee-line straight to the hidden carcass that I figured it out. The bunny was disposed of, the dog vomit was cleaned up and Fiona is back to her usual self. She’s wiped out about half the rabbit population in the yard this year. She’s a hunter. Doobie on the other hand could care less about it.

Happy thought inventory. I’ve decided that the best way to have happy thoughts is to never watch television news. Of course, I’ve been preaching this concept for some time now, but quite honestly, my little world at the moment is fairly relaxed and stress free, minus the discovery of dead rabbits, and I’m quite enjoying the slow pace of life and lack of responsibility for anything other than changing my underwear.

Supply status. I’m thinking a trip to the grocery will be happening soon.

Weed inventory. Excellent condition.

Laundry status. Nice and clean.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43981.29

Combating boredom. I took the day off from writing (and updating the blog) on Friday and more or less did next to nothing on Friday. You didn’t really miss anything, neither did I.

I did a little work on one of the websites I maintain, and got a little training from my nephew. I have rudimentary web/html skills, enough to make me dangerous. My nephew Justin is in another league and without his help, I’d have been chasing my tail on a problem forever. Nothing like realizing you’re so far behind the curve that it’s best you don’t even try to catch up.

Happy thought inventory. Trudy is due back from Red Feather Lakes where she has been hunkering down and cleaning the cabin for this summer’s use. It will be nice to have her home and to have someone to talk to besides two dogs and the mother-in-law. .

Supply status. Looking good.

Weed inventory. Excellent condition

Laundry status. Nice and clean.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43979.34

Combating boredom. Today is a day off from refinishing the deck. I completed the resurfacing on zone 1 and only a bit of touch up remains. Today, we let it set up and harden, then back to the scraping and sanding.

Looking pretty good for a 30 year old wooden deck I think.

Later today I’ll mow and trim the grass which will help my aura of laidbackness and get me closer to that Martha Stewart living nirvana. Yeah, right!

Trudy is doing her part. She has the cabin in Red Feathers opened and there were no major issues this year. Rare indeed, as normally we have a busted pipe or a family of wombats living in the closet or something. We upgraded the internet at the cabin. For years, we couldn’t even get a cell signal up there, now we’ll have internet speeds in the remote mountain retreat that we could have only dreamed of a few years ago. What better way to get advertising pushed into your face?

Happy thought inventory. Gonna brew some iced tea and sit on the deck today.

Supply status. Looking good.

Weed inventory. Excellent condition

Laundry status. Nice and clean.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43978.33

Combating boredom. Factually speaking, I’m not very bored right now. I’ve had to cancel a few photography trips but where I intended to go will still be there in better times and I intend to stay healthy long enough to get back to where I once belonged, and that’s in my truck with a camera bag and plenty of charged batteries. Until then, I have plenty to occupy my time, even if I have to do it with minimal socialization.

I made noticeable progress on the deck yesterday. Managed to get a first coat of new stain on zone 1 of the deck, and it looks quite good (to me.) I’ve moved everything off the deck to the area we call the “fantail” and to the brick portion directly off the back door. Been keeping it fairly clean but I do have a good collection of tools and junk scattered around out there. That’s the way it goes, a project in progress. I won’t be putting anything away until I’ve finished up, otherwise, I’ll never get finished up.

Happy thought inventory. Mid week and the normal routine is in full swing here. I’m generally awake at 5 am, hit the back porch with a hot cup of coffee and listen to the bird chorus. In the evergreen next to the porch is a mating pair of house finches, and it appears that they’ve produced their first brood of chicks. I don’t bother them but the cheeping and tweeting betrays their presence. I’ve read that house finches normally have between 2-5 chicks per brood, sometimes more. I’ve also read that they can have 2 or even 3 broods per season. I think this first brood is about to or have already fledged. Trudy had to rescue one little bird and put it back in the bush before the dogs got to it. Don’t need no bird killings in the yard. The finches trust us and I’d like to keep it that way. The humming bird feeder is making it’s existence known. We’re seeing a half dozen or so different hummers frequent the garden throughout the day and they are to the point where they sometimes come in at the same time and start fighting with one another over the feeder. Humming birds are feisty little things. I haven’t been lurking with the camera much. It’s still on the kitchen table, but unless there is some crazy good activity, it just sits there waiting. I’ll get back in the photography swing once the deck is finished up.

Supply status. Fresh supplies. For the house and the cabin. Good deal. Tonight I’ll be a Nacho Man while I sit in my comfy chair and watch car show reruns.

Weed inventory. Excellent condition

Laundry status. Nice and clean.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.