elainegrey

I unsplinted my finger last night. Fist and flat hand make me aware of the sprain, but typing is close to the resting pose for the finger. Since the next three days are training, i expect that the finger will have plenty of rest. Meanwhile, i'm trying to decide what to do about the itching. Referral to the dermatologist? Play stupid about the cleaning wipes?

It's harder for me to believe the cleaning wipes are the cause now, but i should know better than to expect a linear reaction between exposure and reaction. I only used them for mopping and the kitty litter: a dramatic decrease from before the reaction and Christine came home when i was doing micro-cleaning sessions every time i was in a bathroom or in the kitchen.

Bah.

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Last night there was a scrabbling sound on our landing. Greycie Loo, Mr M and i investigated to find a raccoon climbing up on to the roof. I thought about the recently refilled bird feeders so topped off the vinegar spray bottle and got myself out on the deck to engage in a little chemical discouragement.

A little later it was time to fold laundry. I kept looking back at our building as i crossed the pool area, and eventually saw a coon on top of the patio wall at the other end of the building. I watched until the silhouette was hidden by another set of stairs, and realized i'd have no idea whether it went into a patio or up if i tried to get to that location. Since one of the driers hadn't run, my hands were free as i returned to our building. I went under the clubhouse deck to a place where i'd have a good view of where i'd seen the silhouette. The unit was now lit up. I pondered and speculated, but there was nothing to do. As i turned i faced the cantilevered stairs from the deck and came face to face with the rascal. He or she peered at me through the stairs and then nonchalantly walked down the rest of the way, under the fence, and towards the laundry room with the open door. I perused, this time splashing the critter with the flash from my camera. The laundry room was not the destination, but perhaps the garbage bins. I kept following though, and eventually i think the coon decided that perhaps departing the area would be a good idea.

Bold little critter, mostly intimidated.

If there weren't outside cats, i'd probably be more inclined to encourage the trouble of a coon residency. I've heard a neighbor has found one in his unit, though. Between seeing the evidence of blood and cat fur and treating Edward for two abscesses, i feel like the responsible behavior is running raccoons off when i see them.

I'd really rather make friends with them. So cute!

I keep telling myself: no, not wise.

But so cute! Fuzzy little neighbor critter.

(Trouble, trouble, trouble.)