I must do something nice for my neighbors Joe and Walt. Last week the Donnavilla suffered an infestation. Mice. Horrible, I know. Luckily they are just in the attic and walls. The exterminator arrived while I was at work leaving Lisa all alone to deal with him. In wonderful, neighborly fashion, Joe and Walt came by and helped Lisa deal with the exterminator. Now I want to do something to thank them. I am thinking about baking them each a loaf of prune bread. I think that would be a very nice gesture.

Mice infestation. I swear, it’s always something. If it’s not my car breaking down, it’s the heat pump or the dishwasher or vermin or something. There never seems to be a time when everything is just fine. And that’s true for my wants as well. I want to buy some summer clothes to refresh my already overflowing wardrobe. I want hardwood floors in the dining room and parlor. I want a nice wooden deck to replace my buckling patio. I want a Garmin GPS unit. As soon as I knock something off the list, at least three more things are added. Is this coming to a head because I watched Edward G Robinson in Brother Orchid the other day and I found myself envying the simple life of monks? I dunno.