The birds are out of control just a bit but I haven’t witnessed any attacks as of yet. An angry goose can be a real force to deal with. A few hissed on our way in but stayed clear of the walkways. As for me, I found a nice gazebo that is semi walled in to discourage a sneak-attack…they can be sly. I have the feeling that goose grease and my computer would not be a good mix.
Days like this are just amazing and perfect. I woke up earlier than usual which led to a very productive morning. I completed my list of things to do before lunch. I could not have been more pleased with myself. Have to give yourself a pat on the back every once in a while. It’s good for the soul. Watching the boats go in and out of the locks really makes me wonder how this idea was conceived to begin with. And if you research the topic a bit, you see everything operated by hand and with wood and stone. Today everything is automated. Just one worker who pushes the button. I’m sure there is plenty of maintenance that goes along with such a device which requires an entire crew for upkeep but I am just referring to the basic operation. There is one person in a small enclosed building running the entire show. When you stop and think about it, it’s a bit amazing.
To my earlier topic, I was not as well protected from the wildlife here as I thought. One just did a dive run under and through my table. I am grateful that I capped all the drinks. That would have ruined my day slightly…well, more than slightly to be honest. Hearing the wake of the boats traveling by hit the shore is just one of the most relaxing sounds. I would really love to live closer to the water. I will try to integrate that into my next big move. No solid timeline on that as of yet, (3-6 months) but it’s in the works.
It would be nice if summer was longer than a month and winter wasn’t seven. It never used to bother me until I became a father. Then you want better for your child than you have or have had. The definition of a parent I suppose. Oh, how I wish I could be entertained by a swing for over thirty minutes! I wonder when exactly we lose that innocent love for the little things and wish we had them at the same time…