Hello, everyone. Fergus here; Mother says I need to stay off my paws today, but that I may amuse myself on her computer if I so wish. I do wish, because I would like to present an anomaly in human cerebroneural functioning that I find fascinating.
From here in the living room, you can see that Mother has removed nearly three-quarters of the loose fill that had held a large sailboat for the previous home owner. Mother has carted it by the barrowful to various places on the property.
In her latest mania, she has used it to halt erosion and stray bouncy balls at the back of the property…
…to cover spruce roots…
…and to form pathways around the garage, and from the garage to the raised vegetable beds. When not hauling gravel, Mother finds equally scintillating activities such as sifting the soil she removes while cutting paths, or rolling large stones across the lawn to fill in bouncy ball gaps on the neighbours’ fenceline.
Now we come to the oddity in human thought processes. Two days ago, Mother made this patio. “What’s a patio for?” I enquired.
“It’s to sit on, to take a break and watch the birds,” she replied.
I tried not to laugh outright.