Straw Cat

Hard to believe just a few weeks ago I still had to make sure the broom was kept in our pantry to keep Merlin from chewing on the broom straws and making himself sick…sixteen years of leaving the pantry doors partially open and finding vomited pieces of broom, gone! The little daily habits that once annoyed me…amazing how much I miss them when they’re no longer part of my life.

Speaking of touch sensitive

This morning, I scouted the yard for a piece of cedar I wanted.

I heard rustling around me.

Lo and behold, four small nine-banded primitive creatures were pushing their snouts into the leafy underbrush.

Baby armadillos!

They and I moved about each other with ease.

They seemed unmiffed by my presence.

I walked along with them for a couple of minutes.

Then, curiosity got the better of me.

I rubbed my gloved hands across the backs of two of them.

They scampered away.

Furry cats they’re not. Feral-like, they are.

Blatant endorsement, no compensation

Surprised is a good word, especially with electronics.

I washed my woodsman brown pants yesterday, forgetting to check the lower pocket which conveniently holds the smartphone.

A great big nod of thanks to the R&D department at Samsung.

My Galaxy S3 smartphone survived the “heavy soil” cycle in our Maytag frontload clothes washing machine.

It rebooted after I shook out water but the screen wouldn’t come on.

The screen came on after I removed protective rubber case, popped off the back cover, removed the battery and let the parts dry for an hour; however, the touchscreen function didn’t work.

My wife suggested putting the phone and battery in a bag of rice.

The glutenous plan worked.

I blew out the rice dust, reinserted the battery, popped the cover back on and all seems well so far. The touchscreen function is more sensitive than ever!