From Last to First

Last week, on the last day of May, I saw something for the first time.  I was in the family room, and I spotted a tail pass by our sliding glass door.  It wasn't a roadrunner's tail.  It wasn't a neighbor's cat's tail.  (It was too slender for a cat's tail, anyway.)  I crept a little closer to the door, to see if it was still out there.  I saw a ground squirrel drinking from the birdbath.  (It must have hopped from the patio onto our whiskey barrel planter then up to the birdbath.)  That should tell you how dry it has been here, that a native animal I've never seen in our neighborhood before was so thirsty it was drinking from our birdbath.

The other last is that this is the last day before my birthday.  I'm taking the day off work tomorrow, so I likely won't get to a computer with internet access, so I'm doing my annual happy-birthday-to-me dirge today.  Unfortunately, I have no deep thoughts this year, except that, since my birthday is on a Friday, that means calories don't count all weekend.  (I think I've mentioned that before, but that's the first of Chlorophyll's Laws.)