Otherwise Occupied

Well Dear Readers,

It has been a while since I've written you. I have been Otherwise Occupied. This is a new term that Hector has learned and uses liberally. When I ask him why the daily report hasn't been submitted at four in the afternoon, he tells me, "I was Otherwise Occupied." As if this isn't obvious. What occupies him, I'll never know. Looking out the window at a squirrel most likely.



Or texting his girlfriend.

Well, I am writing you now-- so let's look on the bright side. I am getting adequate sleep and I am well fed. I still don't have a cow, but I am growing more concerned about my lack of a garden. I have a small plot of land here in the semi-suburbs, but it receives very little sun and I like tomatoes and eggplants. I continue to search out a better place to live.

You are probably wondering how I've been carrying on with my neighbor George. (Here he is right now, as we speak, doing something suspicious with a battery operated drill.)


Not bad! Thank you for asking. George has a snow blower and has been snow blowing the long sidewalk in front of my house. "Thanks, George," I said to him after he did it the first time.

"Well," he grumbled. "I might as well do it as long as I have snow blower."

Then I said: "It's good to have a snow blower." I can think of very few things to say to this man.

He said: "I don't have a snow blower. This is my son's. He gave it to me." Which, to me, would mean that it's his snow blower.

I could tell that George wanted to start a fight with me so I didn't say anything back. Not that I couldn't kick his ax in a fight. I am small, but I'm tough. As you know.

YFA (your friend always),
Mickey