“The human animal differs from the lesser primates in his passion for lists.”

Today will be cloudy. Rain is predicted for tomorrow so today’s weather is just a dress rehearsal. It is already hot, in the mid 80’s. I turned on the air conditioner and will let it run until the house is cool enough for open doors and windows. The odor of skunk is mild. After I pat Henry’s head, I sniff my hand. He is clean. Last night he slept on my bed, and my room has no eau d’skunk. I do get a slight whiff when I come in from outside.

I did a yard clean-up yesterday while I was checking the back 40 to try to find out how a skunk got into my fenced backyard. I found no entry, no holes below the fence, and we can eliminate flying so I’m stymied. Anyway, while I was in the yard, I picked up the trash strew all over from Nala stealing stuff. It was paper mostly, a paper plate, an empty chip bag and a folded box from the recycle bin in pieces all over the deck. I saw Nala steal that one. She did so quietly unaware I was watching. She got it into her mouth, no small task, and trotted out to the kitchen, to the dog door and then to the deck where she chewed the box into tiny pieces. I picked up every one of them. The yard and deck are clean for now.

When I was a kid, we had metal trash barrels kept in the back. They had to be hauled to the sidewalk on trash day. My father did the honors, but he expected the empty barrels to be returned to the yard before he got home. Sometimes they were but mostly they weren’t. My father would moan and carp and accuse us of laziness, a horrible but true accusation. Back then, in the 50’s, my father had stereotypical views of the world, of the rightful places of men and women. Men and boys had their own responsibilities as did women and girls. In keeping with that, my brother was the go to trash guy. I applauded that choice. My father made him move the barrels.

A couple of times, when we went on vacation, my grandparents had to dog sit Duke. They weren’t happy. Neither one of them was a dog person, and Duke was not easy. They’d let him out, and he’d take off and walk the couple of miles back to our house, our empty house. My grandfather, alerted by the neighbors, had to drive and get him. Duke would not get into the car. He was a stubborn boy, our Duke. Our next door neighbor usually loaded Duke into the car. This happened a few times so Duke had to be leashed and walked. Poor Duke.

My conversation with Alexa has me wanting a drink. I noticed a green ring of Alexa light so I asked her about my notification. I had one new notification. An author whose books I have bought has a new book. Did I want it. No I said. No what is what Alexa asked. I told her not to put the book on my wish list. Her reply, “I have put this book on your wish list.” I told her to remove it. She asked what. I said the book on my wish list. She said I have no wish list. I asked about a list. You have no lists. I screamed.

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6 Comments on ““The human animal differs from the lesser primates in his passion for lists.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today, is sunny again hot and humid as well as breezy. The high temperature will stay below triple digits but still top out in the upper 90s. The plan is to spend a couple of hours in the pool. After yesterday’s road trip. I don’t even want to see a car until tomorrow morning when I go to work. 🙂

    Rodents like skunks don’t require much space to squeeze under a fence. They can squeeze into places where you didn’t think there were places. Glad to hear that the odor is subsiding. Evolution has given the skunk a powerful weapon. 🙁

    My wife or I take the large plastic garbage bins out to the curb twice weekly. One is black and the other is green and the green one only goes out on Tuesday’s when the recycling truck comes. My son used to do it until we had the chimney’s rotten wood replaced and completely painted. Although there is no discernible paint odor, my son has decided he can’t go on that side of the house because the paint fumes make him ill. He also now takes three or more showers daily when he comes back into the house. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I’m just hanging around today. I could go to the dump but I’m saving that for tomorrow. Lots of people go on Sunday but few in the rain, predicted tomorrow. I’ll load the trunk in the afternoon, later.

      I saw no breaks between the fence and the ground. All of the fence pieces are still intact so there were no holes there. I am at a loss as to how that skunk got into the yard. I just hope it never returns.

      The skunk odor remover worked really well. I like all of the Mother Nature’s Own products. The general odor remover even got rid of cat pee smells. I always keep a bottle around.

      Is your son afraid of Covid? Hasn’t he had his shots? It looks as if you and your wife have the raw end of the trash! I am stuck with hauling the trash to the car then to the dump. Lifting the bags over the tall side of the trash bin takes two hands and a grunt.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    That’s a funny Alexa conversation.
    I don’t have Alexa. She is present on my Kindle Fire tablets but I haven’t activated her. One night, I was sitting quietly on the couch with the tablet beside me next to Rocky. Suddenly a voice said “I think you’re asking about Mars. I don’t know much about Mars, myself.” It startled me. After looking around I saw Rocky’s paw on the tablet screen. It was him. Don’t ask me how he asked about Mars nor why Alexa doesn’t know much about Mars. Isn’t it her job to know things?

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      That conversation is one of the reasons I exiled her to the kitchen and bought a Google for in here. Alexis would often tell me she couldn’t find the answer. I’d curse, and she’d apologize. Alexa has limited research talents. Google has all of Google and usually gives me an answer without the cheekiness of Alexa.

  3. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Love the ending. You should really make this into a short story!
    I love the ending!
    Lori and the strange crew.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      Thanks! That was a true Me versus Alexa story. She drives me crazy and always seems to lose track of the conversation.

      Love,
      The animals and I


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