This is a post I had fun writing on another blog of mine … and I wanted to post it on the Other Side of the Trees. Why? Because it was fun writing it … and sometimes I forget to have fun. Hope you enjoy this. Peace, T
A map and a mysterious letter arrived in the mail from Egypt, a professor asking me to consult with him on a dig. He warned me that a band of zealots were attempting to stop him from continuing with the dig. The professor described them as notorious and obnoxious; known as“Asmemeken Aguibeha”: English translation, “Bring it”.
I could not find my fedora, my bull whip, my khakis, my leather jacket, and that strange-looking bag with a shoulder strap that I put archaeological finds in. Without my profoundly important gear, I almost scrapped the adventure …
But
. . . that was not an option. Guys who heroically go in (usually at night, not really), an extraction team, TAP (Tube And Pump) with…
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Raccoons have bullied their way into my summer kitchen ( Well in days gone past it was the summer kitchen. Now it is a combination garden shed, wood shed and thoroughfare WITH NO LESS THAN FOUR DOORS). They climbed on top of boxes to reach the top of our stand-up freezer and literally demolished all of my youngest daughter’s stored dry goods she is collecting for when she sets up house for the new university term. If something was in their way and not edible, they tossed it down.