TDOT Tops My Good Guy List!

So, I didn’t want to bug TDOT about my front ditch too soon. I figured they were out putting roads and bridges back together, you know, things people need urgently. So, I didn’t contact them until this week about how the flood had taken out all the rock from the front ditch they had so kindly put in earlier.

I believe that rock saved much of my front yard.

Anyway, so they’re here, right now! This quickly after I contacted them, restacking my rock and replacing a bunch of it. I went out to thank them, both for saving my yard in the first place, and for getting here so quickly.

And I told the guy i went out to talk to how grateful I was that the rock was in place in the first place, because I felt like, without it, I would have lost a huge hunk of my front yard, instead of just the little hunk (because I couldn’t lose dirt until the rock was gone). And he said he had no doubt, because the found much of the rock missing from the ditch clear on the other side of Clarksville Pike, way down the creek.

People, that’s how strong the water rushing through my yard was, at least by the time it got to that corner of the yard.

Damn.

Anyway, my hat’s off to TDOT.

Guess Who I Had Breakfast With?!

The tiny cat! I heard an earth-shatteringly loud meow coming from the garage. I opened the door. And the prodigal cat had returned. She ate like… well, like a cat who hadn’t eaten in three days.

The Professor and I were just talking the other day about how clear it was that the tiny cat had retired from the CIA, but now I’m not so sure.

In other news, I hear they’ve gotten the oil leak in the Gulf stopped up. I’m not saying there’s a correlation, I’m just saying, America, the next time you need to fly our cat to some secret destination to save the world, please make sure she’s fed.

In other, more serious news, we have a mouse in the house. We keep finding its poop in the most unfortunate places. Three cats and a mouse. Hopefully, now that the tiny cat’s home, she’ll take care of this nonsense.

(In the length of time it’s taken me to write this post–during which I’ve also had a couple of discussions with the Butcher–the tiny cat has eaten a can of wet cat food and I can hear her in there chomping down on the dry. Never leave us again, tiny cat! Or leave a note!)