The View

We have a lovely view here of the Lake. For the past few years we had a view of the mountains. Our dog is used to being at or near ground level so it took her a while to get used to it. Now she looks down regularly (in the few hours she’s awake) at whatever she sees.

We used to watch runners go by and I downloaded and blasted songs like “We Are The Champions” and Zoe and I stood outside and applauded and cheered them on.

Yesterday I made the mistake of taking her by a soccer field where many chipmunks (I think, may be red squirrels) were present. We were 50 yards away but my Zoe’s keen eyesight detects movement and she was ready to go and get these rats with tails. Kill them she would, says Yoda.

Don’t know if it’s fact or fiction but I’m told the red squirrels, half the size of the regular squirrels one sees, bite the cajones off the big ones in order to keep them from breeding so to take over the world. Today, with all the ads, I call that politics.

One of the employees here wants to do a “Chicken Throwdown.” Of course it won’t be a throwdown, just me and some loser (did I say that? A lovely Indian lady) making our own versions of chicken for fellow residents and their guests.

I don’t know about her, but I plan to set off the smoke alarms several times. We’re doing it ourselves but wouldn’t mind sponsorship of ingredients to serve 20, twice. Plus a bottle of Chardonnay for us to share. I’ll bring glasses.

We may need judges as well, as we can’t depend on the audience who just wants free food. Please send your applications to this address. Be succinct and witty. I haven’t seen a Haiku in a while. Good morning, reader! Have a great day! Dee