trucks, squirrels and clean hands
2:45 pm - January 17, 2002
I've been writing myself little notes on my hand and this has been one of them for the last day or so, so I figure after I complete it I can wash my hands of the whole thing (pun intended really for my amusement only)
I have this strange relationship with a trucking company. It started sometime in the summer. I believe I was in the car with David for some reason. Probably going to gather mr. cook. Anyway it was at this time that the relationship started.
I've heard stories of flirting across traffic with other drivers, or even really nice cars, but I do believe I am the only person I know to get excited by a tractor-trailer. Not just any tractor trailer or mind you, just one that looks like this:
Yes the Buckley trucks. At first I thought they were following me, and I was a little frightened, but now the sight of one brightens my day. It was in fact the sight of one that caused the blue and black ink note on my hand.
On another note, there is a dead squirrel in my back yard. Or at least there was. It had been there, lying under the tree, for about a month now, but in the past week there have been some interesting developments.
Roughly 5 days ago I noticed that the squirrel had moved. It was now almost on the pathway that we take though our backyard to the school.. Its eyes were missing. This was quiet a frightening site as I had been feeling sympathetic remorse for the poor creature (I also have a relation ship with the squirrels that live in the tree outside my window that I may go into at a later date).
Yesterday I was leaving for class and I noticed that the squirrel was no longer were it had been the day before. It took me a couple seconds to locate what was left of the squirrel. It seems some hungry animal decided that a very stiff black squirrel head was what it wanted for dinner, and decided to separate the creature mid torso leaving its back legs and tail.
It snowed last night.
When I left for class this morning the squirrel had completely vanished. I hope he rest peacefully now knowing that my housemates are being revolted by his presence any longer.