Return Perspective

The moon looks full and the cat looks fat.  The City administration looks lame, Eclipse Aviation never was gonna happen and the GOP presidential campaign is a freak show.  Nothing like travel to improve perspective.   

When I got back, there were feathers all over the house.  The cat had set up a future meal with "catch and release" of a sparrow and the bird was up in a skylight.  It had been there for a few days judging by the bird poop on the sofa.  After catching him I narrowly avoided smooshing him in the fall off the ladder.  Bruising took my mind off the jetlag.  This English graffiti was on an Italian wall in Perugia.   I've been made.   

The moon is giving Big Dog better light for his fence-line excavation project.  I thought he might  forget about it after being in dog jail for a week, but no.  The ground is hard so the going is difficult but that appears to strengthen his resolve. 

There is a new puppy in the hood and the other side of the fence is apparently not close enough and he must be with puppy - having decided old Yellow is too grumpy for playtime.  So he whittles away at the wall searching for weak spots in the perimeter - my North Valley equivalent of Perugia's 4th Century travertine walls - the chain link fence.

The engineering adaptation to his assaults consists of piling broken cinder blocks up against the base of the aging fence - bowing it outward and giving my yard that special white trash touch that neighbors adore.  Along with my dog.