Country time here. It was raining hard and the wind was blowing about 10mph. We are sitting watching TV and what sounds like a brick strikes the window AC unit (large unit).

With club in hand I ease the back door open to look out and spot a Possum walking slowly across the deck and onto the large Pecan Tree that he apparently was blown out of landing on the AC unit. He didn’t look to happy, stopping at the first fork in the tree to peer down at me in the blowing rain.

It is said it rains Cats and Dogs at times, an old saying. I have never seen it rain Possums till tonight.

They can be fierce creatures and yet they actually can make docile pets if raised from babies.

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You know you live in the country when you catch a Snake in your Glue Trap for Mice. Yesterday I discovered a Rat Snake about 2 foot long as thick as my thumb stuck to a glue trap. Michelle being the kind heart she is was properly freaked out and didn’t want me to chop its head off.

She got a pan of vegetable oil and placed the trap and snake in it where the snake could hold its head out of the oil. After about 10 mins the snake wiggled free and out into the woods to hunt for more mice. I swear though if it had hands it would have given me the finger as it looked back just before slithering off.

It must have been trapped in the house among the boxes in the dining room after I sealed all the holes that it could have come in (mice holes).

Ever caught your own snake in the house?

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I had forgotten about the joys of trailer park living. Some park owners can be real grumps. I got to meet ours again today. On our first day moving in here he came and was all bent about the mess the last people had left and offered to help me haul away the old couch, some old bookshelves and a mattress.

We have been nearly killing ourselves just getting moved in and he came by (I guess he does Monday visits) and was all ruffled about the fence line needed to be weed whacked. There was some old lumber lying around from the former people so he volunteered to haul it off which was nice of him. He just has a way of talking to you like you’re a crackhead or some young kid. He and I had words to a degree. I told him he had allowed the former tenant to accumulate the junk and trash for 2 years and I had only been working to clean it for 2 days.

Maybe that is the last we will see of him as we always keep our residence looking nice and I have just finished cleaning the yard of trash, weeds and cut the grass. This guy doesn’t even want unused cement blocks lying around unless your going to use them! Just a few (about 6 to block up the shop later) were in the yard . “Whatcha going to do with those, do you need them?” he asks.

Anyway perhaps that is the only rub we will have with him. He’s a nasty sort. I will call him the Troll from here on out and I wouldn’t recommend this place for anyone to place a home in. The park is nice, but he has a rotten disposition. I was told he is in the church down the road every time the doors are open and cusses like a sailor.

I guess having to deal with some people who are slow keeping their yards up might have made him a tad grumpy, but he needs to pick on those folks not the ones that JUST moved in and trying to clean up.

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Well, after three days of moving in the brutal heat of 108+ heat index we brought the last items/boxes out yesterday or last night rather. Now I have a living room full of boxes to unload, the TV to install above the fireplace and general cleaning to be done.

I’ll be glad to see fall arrive here with us. I’m not saying it’s hot and muggy, but when you have to dive in the river to dry off you get the idea.

So here we are moved to Deatsville to my first trailer park. I sat on the porch last night after the last load and watched a thunderstorm in the distance and listened to a light rain on the tip roof of the deck covering the porch. It was relaxing.