With six babies in the nest, the barn swallows are definitely swooping Czarny. What I don't understand is why they don't feel we're a threat, because they certainly don't scream "Predator!" and swoop when we're out on the porch or deck.
This morning, Czarny went out the south door and promptly hid behind the trash can. Since it's quite pleasant, I left the door open for a bit. When I came back out of the bathroom, Czarny was up on his tower, bathing. Appears today is not the day he'll be outside. Darn swoopy birds...
Spousal Unit had steroid injections into his spinal area around the herniated disks. They said it might be as long as two weeks before he feels the full benefit, yet he said the pain was getting less as we drove away from the surgical center. Hope that's a sign that it will have a definite beneficial effect. Meanwhile, his physical therapy seems to be helping. He can stand a teensy bit longer than previously, so he's hopeful things will continue to improve over the next two weeks.
The deck stain is, frankly, ugly to my eyes. Looks like an indifferent brand of paint slapped all over it, unlike last year's less thick stain. That was a glorious western cedar red color, which went perfectly on the cedar boards. This is a slightly red, mostly tan(ish) glop. We knew the stain would be thicker in later years, but yuck. At least the color still blends with the stucco and limestone. I just miss last year's color. I will suggest to them they add a bit of red to next year's stain, since stains do have to have more pigment added the older the deck is. I have to wonder if eventually the "stain" will really just be a thick oil-based paint. Well, as long as it's actually a properly reddish cedar color, I can live with that. This year? Well, it's sealed...
Getting tons of exercise cleaning the pool after the salt cell died and green algae took over. New salt cell's in place, the majority of the spring live oak pollen and leaf shed has been scraped out of the pool, and now I'm ready to kill some algae and get that pool ready for me to live in it. As long as the sun's not beating down on me, cleaning the pool filter is kind of relaxing. Scrubbing the pool edges isn't -- but I learned something about the salt cell I didn't know, and promptly upped the chlorine generation percentage, so maybe we won't be algaed as much in future. It's a lot of work at times, but that pool is so worth it -- it's my refuge.
My university band director is "retired", yet at age 92, he's still guest directing. Local alumni are gathering tonight for a dinner with him, and then we'll attend the Heart of Texas Concert Band performance tomorrow, with Dr. Garner directing and several alumni performing as soloists. Very much looking forward to that.
Time to change the pool filter again. Later, y'all.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
Czarny, black cat
Rainbow Bridge: Spotacus, Alexander the Grrreat, and so very many more