My sister likes to correct me when I call those annoying little critters "ladybugs." Whatever they are, I am tired of having to sweep their gazillions of corpses off the floors and knock them off surfaces multiple times a day.
Notice, I didn't say "dust" them off. The neighboring soybean fields are harvested, but the corn is not. So, parades of farm equipment are keeping coats of dust on everything. Using a dust cloth is an exercise in futility. My car is a charcoal gray, but these days, so are the windshield and windows. Running the washers makes mud.
Hus? There's football on TV? Who knew? I have struggled (unsuccessfully) to stay awake long enough to watch baseball playoff games from beginning to end. I am now looking forward to seeing the two teams I wanted to watch battle each other in the World Series.
I love that you are going to "cram a half hour job into a whole day." That's pretty much my approach to tasks, too. One of the goats provided me with that opportunity when she repeatedly headbutted one of the small goat houses until she knocked it off its foundation Saturday. Turns out, the foundation frame was rotting, and I had to dismantle the whole thing. Yup, there went a whole morning, and I was so worn out that I didn't get anything done in the afternoon either.
When I lived in town, my house was right above a ravine and creek. An entire herd of whitetails loved to come up and eat anything and everything they could devour. One day, my Jim looked out the office window and a buck with a huge rack (I don't remember how many points) was calmly staring in at him. They also liked to wait at the property's edge for me to fill the hanging bird feeders. The tallest deer would dance on their back legs to nibble at bird seed.
Sounds like you have the raspberry and pear situation under control. And, that your wine is doing some serious working.
I need to do some serious work -- before the Work Crew arrives. The first couple of folks will be here Friday. I guess I will HAVE to dust Friday afternoon. I don't know if my guests like baseball; if not, I hope they at least don't yammer through the games that I will be watching
