What we can be certain of in April in Northern California: raccoons.
Here's to cayenne pepper! |
Two years ago, the &^%$^** raccoons had ripped off the already-compromised vent (a French [it's an important distinction, but one which I'll have to save for another post] electrician had opened it to install a floor outlet, but didn't properly re-seal) and enjoyed the under-house condo for about two weeks until four of them were trapped and re-located. After their re-location, the six foundation vents were replaced and re-inforced.
Not wanting to re-experience the cost, lack of sleep, and dealing with raccoon excrement of two years ago, I decided to reinforce the re-inforced vents and employ one of the home remedies suggested by my trapper who was used to dealing with 'coons: cayenne pepper. I bought two of the largest jars I could find and spread them in front of the vents. That's the orange-red powder. And it all seems to have worked: no indication from either my early-rising roommate or the 'coons themselves that they've decided to revisit. I stopped short of spraying foam insulation around the vents as raccoons will eat ANYTHING and I decided not to tempt them.
Another April certainty: new books from established authors. Spring and fall are the two biggest seasons in publishers' years, not to mention authors' lives, at least for those publishers and authors who are able to promote and commit to book tours.
Here's just one book from the list of April 2011 book debuts from one of my favorite mystery sites:
It's only appropriate that you have to turn yourself to read the book jacket. |
Birthdays: the last of the April certainties
Given the extreme weather of late (our March showers and mini-heat waves brought this lone flower to my garden),
it seems we can't even rely on the adage, "April showers bring May flowers," but I know I can always rely on the following birthdays occurring in April, rain or shine:
April 14: Alka
April 15: Jenny G. T.
April 22: Buddy (!), Kathy, Karen W.
April 23: Jenny T.
April 26: Rachel
So many, many happy returns (birthday, not tax) to all the above.
So what remains of the once-certain April certainties? With apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson and his "Charge of the Light Brigade,"
Ours is not to reason why,
Ours is but to be taxed and then die.*
*The correct, original phrase:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Vielen Dank, Tante!
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to a Greek b-day dinner with mom and MC next Saturday in STL! :)
Prost! I just had a delicious glass of 3 Threads Porter at Mill Valley Beerworks, in your honor. Happy, happy birthday, Ray-Ray! Auntie TFJ
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