May 20, 2013

• Possum

  Last night, about dusk, Dennis was walking around our back yard (talking on the cell phone with kids) and saw something that looked like a rats tail disappear under the Big Gas Grill (that is up on bricks).  He called me…to bring out a broom and flashlight.  He had a big white bucket in the yard.  So I used the flashlight and broom stick to poke around under the grill until the possum came out and Dennis caught him in the bucket. He was hissing and acting vicious.  You know, like possums do.  We must be getting soft in our old age, because instead of killing it, Dennis put the bucket in the back of the truck and dumped him several miles south of town.  

  It’s stormy here.  Not like in Oklahoma.  Prayers for all effected by the tornadoes.

  I feel like I need some humor…so this is the funniest complaint to arrive in my office today (it was before school even started).  

  “My waistband hurts.”    Nothing in nursing school prepared me to deal with these medical emergencies.  

   

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