Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I set out this morning to do a bunch of errands. It felt good to have a buddy. When he went to a pharmacy, I stayed in the car, when I went to the grocery store, he did. We didn't go in together anywhere, but we had moral support. Now I have cash and two books I ordered, he has bandaids and light bulbs, and we have steaks for tomorrow's barbeque. I came home and ironed baby blankets, searched for baby toys to give to my friend as she's becoming a grandparent in August, and organized the stuff I've accumulated for the baby shower next weekend. Now my back hurts, but I've accomplished a lot of nagging little chores on my checklist. Our weather has cooled, and right now I am delighting in our roses coming out, the burst of geraniums on the patio and the birds in our feeder. EXCEPT: They have to compete with the squirrels, an army of them in our yard, and the occasional rat underneath where the seeds drop. Oh, and there is Toby, our neighbor's cat, scullking around as if he thinks he's invisible. As he's huge, 20 pounds at least, and soft dove gray and white, I seriously doubt he's going to surprise any bird, big or little. It's a jungle of critters, and I kind of regret adding a bird feeder to the mix. It was a gift from our daughter, and my husband adores sitting in the sunroom watching. I'm the one left to worry about cats eating birds, squirrels breaking the feeder, rats sneaking around and mayhem occurring. Oh, well, back to the roses.