And it’s only 9:00AM

This morning I drove down to the post office to mail a package and to pick up my postcards.  When I arrived home I found the cats in the kitchen batting around the tiniest little mouse you’ve ever seen.  Eek.  I am not the best for dealing with these things, but I couldn’t just let them bat it around all day.  It’s under a box top, under a pile of phone books.  Suki has given up but Edie is still going crazy.  I know I shouldn’t leave it for Ezra to deal with, but…

The postcards… I’m just starting to look at them.  The very first one I pulled out is colorful and in nice condition with a bell, holly (I love holly), and lots of gold.  It’s in pretty nice condition, too.  The kicker, though, is that it’s addressed to Spring Creek, PA, and it’s written in some other language that I can’t identify.  This is gonna be fun.

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  1. Kim March 17, 2008 12:11 pm

    Oh, Ezra’s a farm boy. He’s used to these things. Us suburbanites cant’ be expected to know what to do :)

  2. Ezra March 17, 2008 9:40 pm

    Like Tom Waits says, “there’s always some killin’ you got to do around the farm…”

    There’s also a reason I’m not a farm boy now…

  3. fern March 19, 2008 6:43 pm

    Your postcard from Springcreek might be in German. I know there were alot of people there back in the day that spoke German. Springcreek is my dads home town.

  4. tercat March 19, 2008 6:58 pm

    I thought of that, and it might be, but I know a tiny bit of German and it doesn’t look familiar to me. Maybe I’ll try putting it into one of those online translators to see if I can come up with anything.

  5. Christine March 25, 2008 10:50 pm

    I feel for you–during grad school, I lived in student housing one summer where I caught 8 mice. Within several weeks! And those were only the ones I caught!