Exclusive Reclusives in Space

Due to Babushka listening to too much Coast 2 Coast on the radio, she has become infected with the desire to seek out aliens. To this end, she has enlisted Abuelo to set up a gigantic antenna on the side of the house. This will be transmitting our signal into outer space in a project (that's "campaign" in Lilly-speak) that will run along the lines of SETI (the Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence). Upon establishing a connection, Babushka plans to warn the alien lifeforms not to buy burnt crackers. These transmissions will be done without the benefit of taxpayer dollars, although we are hoping that some provision will be made in the next government stimulus package.

All this technical mumbo-jumbo has been hard work. You will see this evidenced in the video below. It features a frustrated Babushka yelling at Abuelo through the floor (and if you listen carefully, you can hear his muffled voice yelling back) as they attempted to thread a cable up from the crawlspace.

Making Use of the Deck

Ever since the Dead Squirrel Debacle of two weeks ago, I've been trying to be more pro-active in my defense against nature's intruders. Thanks to the deck that Theron built (and a comfy camping chair), I have taken to setting up a defensive post at the back of the house. The objective is simple: to shoot any squirrel that comes within 20 feet of home sweet home. Note that the goal is not shoot to kill because, frankly, I'm just not good enough of a shot. My plastic BBs that tend to blow away in a strong breeze aren't exactly up to the task of assassination either, but with the help of some near misses, I do believe I may just be able to scare off our three resident squirrels by force of intimidation.

All in all, I find this new plan of action to be both physically and intellectually enriching. Intellectually enriching because I spend my time reading in between shots, and physically enriching because, although no real exercise is involved, the very act of being outdoors makes me feel as if I were doing something both sporty and healthful.

Message to the Munchkin

Not contented with the written word, Babushka wishes to send a personal, live-action message to the Munchkin.

Crackers Feeling the Fires of Hell

Greetings from Babushka and Lauren of Suburbia. As a reciprocatory effort to Blaise's work on the island of Guam, we have launched postings from The Exclusive Reclusives.

In this week's adventure, we find Babushka starting a new domestic project. She has begun collecting saltine crackers which she believes to be burnt. Once a sufficient number of specimens have been collected, Babushka plans to stage a protest at the local Target and demand compensation upwards of twenty-five cents.

This, to my mind, seems very much not worth the time.