The Raven

Before we went to bed last night John called out to me that he had found his jacket with the phone (now supposedly disabled) still in the pocket. He had tossed it into the guest bathroom sink, where else?, as he made an emergency rush to answer a call of nature. He was already feeling stupid for leaving it at the cafe. I told him that  as we get older we tend to blame things on our advancing age when, in fact,  it is something that could happen to anyone at any age. Now we were both feeling stupid for looking 'everywhere' for it and missing it in plain sight. We were too busy being 'logical' about where he might have left it to look in the bathroom sink!

He spent the morning giving the same story to numerous different people (or robots)  at the wireless company before he could get the phone reactivated, albeit with a different number. It was still working when he called despite thinking it had been disabled. I was sure that this phone call would end up in it being really deactivated.  I imagine it will be a few more hours' work for him to inform the necessary people, half of whom will never correct it, of the new number.  Even that shouldn't be too much problem for him since he never carries his phone with him and consequently never answers it. Anybody who cares texts me and asks me to pass messages along to him. I have tried to get him to deal with his own messages but It has been something of a losing battle. Now he seems to have won it by default....

It was quite misty early this morning and I took today's picture of a raven who discovered the suet holder within seconds of my filling it. After months of practice, it has figured out how to jump up from the ground and, despite its considerable size, hang on the the holder while removing large chunks of nut and berry filled suet. This is a step up from taking a stab at the suet and seeing  what it could knock to the ground whilst flapping madly to stay aloft.

It was a red letter day for John who made it up the 35 steps on his crutches to the veggie boxes to supervise Dana in the Planting of the Tomatoes. He puttered happily around up there while she worked and I hope it did wonders for his mental health without setting him back too far in the physical department. I was busy pulling weeds in the mound garden and didn't see him teetering back down the stairs again. I found a volunteer tomato plant amongst the weeds  on the rocky  hill and left it there to see how it shapes up compared to the pampered ones planted in the carefully amended soil with a cover over them for night time.

It was a good day with quite a bit accomplished one way or the other....