Sore paw

Posted on April 14, 2010


I have a sore paw. Comes of making dinner while thinking of other things, cooking rice, heating butter, chopping up a pepper to saute—uh oh. I very nearly cut off the tip of my left index finger with a serrated knife. That wouldn’t be cutting so much as savaging, eh? Anyway, it hurt very much and I had an awful time getting it cleaned and salved and bandaged and then I had to rush off to a Planning Commission meeting.

Driving over there hurt. Trying to take notes hurt. The only thing that didn’t hurt was holding it gently against my chest like a wounded bird, whispering to it that everything would be all right. Reinforced my reputation for eccentricity, I can tell you that.

OK, all of that was a blatant plea for sympathy. Also an explanation for why there isn’t much around here that I can cobble together into a post. But there are a couple little things.

First of all, there are chipmunks in the yard. I’m glad of it, because after my neighbors Don and Audrey Gould moved, I was a little worried about the tiny critters. Don and Audrey had a whole chipmunk colony on their property. They didn’t name them or anything, you understand–they just fed them sunflower seeds and watched their antics and had a wonderful time.

I do not feed the chipmunks. It is all I can do to feed the Disreputable Duo, Miss Puss, and myself. The chipmunks must fend for themselves. But I am very glad that they seem to be managing.

I’m sure they miss the Goulds. One spring Audrey and I were having a cup of coffee when Don came in. He drank some coffee, and he mentioned that he’d seen some baby chipmunks. What? Well, yes, he said. He was out doing yardwork when one of the chipmunks started chattering at him. He tried to explain to the chipmunk that he had work to do, but the chipmunk wasn’t having a bit of it. Don must drop what he was doing and come with the chipmunk. OK. Off they went. When they got to the big stump in the yard, the chipmunk flitted beneath it. Don waited. Sure enough, pretty soon out came the chipmunk with the spring’s crop of little chipmunks in tow. The chipmunk made introductions, Don was duly impressed–his exact words were that the baby chipmunks were the cutest things he’d ever seen–and the little chipmunks were awed. That was the story. Audrey glared at him. You didn’t call me?!?

Off she and I went to pay a call on the chipmunks. We waited by the big stump, being quiet and polite. Busy chipmunks came and went. Pretty soon, out came the babies. They were, if not the very cutest things I have ever seen, pretty darned cute. It was the only time I ever saw baby chipmunks. Having the Goulds for neighbors was a great blessing in my life.  How many people do you meet in this life who have that kind of cred with the chipmunk community? 

Second, it was a fine morning for a walk, and Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I enjoyed it.  These spring days are a lovely time for us.  The beach is pleasant and uncrowded.  It won’t be this way again until fall.  Best enjoy it while we can.