Hands down, the strangest thing I've seen in some time: a chipmunk eating a snake. It may be old hat to more knowledgeable folks, but it was a surprise for me to see out the kitchen window here at Domus Crispini. Naturally, I googled to see whether this was the least bit unusual and found this proof, but I ought to mention that this was no baby snake being chomped on. When I went out to take a picture of it (what? you're surprised?!) I could see it was easily about fifteen inches long -- erm, what was left anyhoo. The head was long gone. However, I forgot that there's no Bluetooth on this laptop and I didn't bring cables for the PDA, so there the picture sits until I return.
The chippie chawed away until her cheeks were full and then sat and scratched a few fleas away, no doubt thinking, "Hmmm, what's for pudding?" Apparently the raspberries that grow by the side of the pool matched snakemeat perfectly. She's probably sitting her burrow now with cognac and a cigar.
Of course, the news from the Mac store was not good. They could patch up my G4 for $300 and it might work for a bit longer, but it is only a matter of time (days, weeks, maybe even months) before she's completely dead. The tech guys were sufficiently impressed to see a PowerBook of this vintage still running, but the truth is there's not much hope. Why do I seem to hold onto electronic gadgets far past their expiry date? My PDA is (relatively) ancient and my US phone on its last legs. I suppose it's just the inconvenience of replacing things that get such constant use. Ugh -- the thought of transferring files to a new computer fills me with despair.
Finished the Ginger Geezer, which I enjoyed despite its inevitable end with tragedy -- Vivian's death by fire in his own bed after some very trying last years. But I don't much feel like writing about the book yet, so I have dived into Nabakov on a whim, glorying in his vocabulary which makes me look up words like "phocine" (no, not going to tell you, you have to look it up, too).