Last night Tom and I wandered over to Rich and Peggy's because Tom wanted to present her with the purple flamingo for her yard. Poor Peggy recently had surgery and is still recuperating, and I assure you that a flamingo for her yard will not hasten the healing process. It was a source of amusement for Rich and a couple of other neighbors -- David Foster and his son Kevin, a high school senior -- who were there with Iggy, their English spaniel-like pup. David said she is really a Llewellyn setter -- there's a good Welsh dog for you! Anyway, Kevin was there talking to Rich about tinting the windows in his car. Kevin does all sorts of yard work and things for them, and Rich does auto body work. There may be a bit of barter going on, or Rich may just be mentoring the kid along. Anyway, he was duly amused by the flamingo and semi-shy in the presence of silly adults the age of his parents -- or grandparents!
Peggy meanwhile had told a story about trying to drive earlier in the day and finding she wasn't up to it yet. I think what made her think of it was that she was wondering how far she would need to go to dump that flamingo.
A squirrel knocked out power in Baraboo last night, but paid for its behavior by getting cooked. "Fried", I think, was the adjective used in the newspaper article quote from an Alliant representative. Fortunately the power was only out for about an hour and the weather, which had been hot and muggy, was pleasantly cool and breezy.
A squirrel knocked out power in Baraboo last night, but paid for its behavior by getting cooked. "Fried", I think, was the adjective used in the newspaper article quote from an Alliant representative. Fortunately the power was only out for about an hour and the weather, which had been hot and muggy, was pleasantly cool and breezy.
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