Life in the Great North

Air temperature 50 F, wind north about 9 mph, light rain falling. Invisibility continues. Which is good -- don't want internet snipers to see me.

Crow being a crow

Watching the wet panorama out front, and saw a crow flying up the street swoop on a gull on the grass. Gull took off and headed down the street while the crow continued on its way. Just being an asshole . . .

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There is no win available in that situation. There are only levels of losing.

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The guerrilla must move amongst the people as a fish swims in the sea. Mao Zedong.

Which can be rough on the people, when you can't tell the people from the guerrilla.

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Appears that owning me is important enough to Ms. Sasha that she will abandon her nap by the neighbor's carriage house door and trot out to meet me and get petted. It is good to feel wanted. Or something. Anyway, she made sure that my ankles smelled right.

Moderately odd

Received in today's mail, a glossy printed *paper* catalog from The Big River. Addressed to current resident, so it's not like they tracked me down personally. But . . .