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Think Like a Squirrel

Found the point of squirrel entry into my house the other day and set out two traps after dark. I made sure to add plenty of peanut butter, bread, a few whole peanuts and an additional touch of peanut butter right in front of each trap. The next morning I looked out my window and saw a fat, happy squirrel dancing in my yard. Not happy was I.

Ate breakfast, got dressed and just before leaving I went out back and checked on the traps. Both traps were closed tight. One was knocked over and empty and the other one had a squirrel in it. Could it be Stanley? How many squirrels do I need to catch? Sent Stanley off to a park in Massapequa. I hope he is happy and I hope he is him(?) Set the traps again and on Saturday morning there was another squirrel in the trap. That fragrant peanut butter could probably attract every squirrel in Merrick.

Spent the day in the city. Drove in and used my MOMA membership to get twenty dollar parking for 12 hours. A good deal in that area. Drew and I saw The Good People on Broadway. “I really like that play. Did you like it?” he said immediately upon hitting daylight and fresh air. “Yup,” I quickly reply. “I can never tell,” he quips back. Wandered over to St. Andrews and met the girls there. Hannah had just finished volunteering at the Black Party Erotic Expo. And it was another day, another doctor for Rachel — she met us afterwards. We drank and ate appetizers. I think Drew left hungry. He just doesn’t get the only-eat-appetizer part and he didn’t order enough food. It made him cranky.

Drove Rachel home and on the way ordered a burger medium rare to go for her from Royale. (Now she decides to eat!) Hannah came home with us.

And I am ready for tomorrow. Clean up corner for new shed. Old shed is gone and new one delivered on Monday. Yay!  Also, I decided not to put out the traps tonight. Tomorrow I’ll cover the holes with plastic and leave some strips hanging. Not sure how I’ll do this but this way I can see if there is a squirrel getting in or out of the crawl-space. No activity and the holes get closed up. Otherwise the traps go out again.

Wore my new Ecco sneakers today . . . most comfortable.

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Brown Bananas

I’ll be 60 this year . . . there I said it! Can’t believe it. I remember when Drew came home with a Zorn’s blueberry pie and stuck 2 candles in it — a 5 and a 0. The girls were home and my mom was there. I stared at the 50 and plotzed! That’s half a century. It was hard but I smiled, blew out the candles, and guzzled down most of the pie.

Drew and I have been easing into the lifestyle of the Early Bird Specials. Like I said yesterday, we joined 2 theater groups and have tickets to the Saturday matinees. We say we picked this time because we don’t like to feel rushed during dinner. We see a matinee and then take a leisurely stroll around the city — pointing out all the nice brownstones we’d like to live in, drinking a beer, eating an appetizer, and deciding whether we should call the girls to see if they want to meet for dinner.

The one problem about matinees is what to do for lunch. I just need to have something handy when my stomach gets chatty. I’m fine with a banana. Drew needs real food. Yesterday I bought a banana in a deli. I chose one that was large and so very slightly green at the tip. I would say it was ripe with no signs of browning on the skin.

You like brown bananas. This one isn’t ripe enough for you. Pick this one,” he points to a brown banana. “No I don’t. That’s Hannah who likes the real ripe bananas. This is the way I like to eat bananas,” I say holding tight to the banana of my choice. “I like ripe bananas for my milk shake,” I explain. “Oh, I was just telling someone at work how you buy brown bananas,” he feebly says. Ah, my drew, I guess you’ll have some explaining to do on Monday!

We saw the Whipping Man. Enjoyed it and then walked over to MOMA til closing. Dinner at St. Andrews. Drew sampled several scotches and I had a bass ale. I just wonder what the crowd is like on a Saturday night instead of a matinee? Sometimes it seems to soon to be hanging with the matinee crowd. But then again, we were home by 9:30 and I was exhausted and happy to be home and half asleep on the couch.

Today is different. Concert at Williamsburgh Music Hall to see The Hold Steady. Doors open at 8:00, first band (the Gay Blades) at 9:00. It’s general admission and I’ll probably be sitting on the floor in a corner by 9:30. There must be a happy medium. AAhhhh

Dinner out

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