Wednesday

In the middle of the night Ed says -- I think the garbage mouse has been caught. I hear mouse noises downstairs.
He goes down, comes back -- yep. We have him. He's very active. He's likely to work his way out of the trap in the course of the night.
Maybe you could take him into the fields now?
Want to come?
No!
Why don't I put the whole trap in some glass jars for now ...

Five minutes later he is back looking rather sheepish. He was such a cute mouse. Very frisky.
What do you mean "was"?
Well, I opened the trap a tiny bit to feed him a peanut for the night...
And?
He escaped.

You have setbacks with mice. It's just the way it is.

Morning. I'm up early. That full night of sleep is still elusive. Darn mice. Still, I have places to go people to see (mainly Snowdrop).

I go downstairs just at the crack of dawn. Ah, I see the mouse came back, aiming for the garbage can again and being tempted by the peanut butter in the trap. So perhaps not so smart after all! I lock the captured critter in a plastic bin -- to be driven away into the fields later.

The cheepers are released, and now breakfast is ready. In the kitchen again. I'm in a rush.






Snowdrop is just waking up when I arrive and we have our beautiful morning together.












Though I admit, my eyes are a bit on the computer. I'm supposed to hear from the "quiet apartment" owners whether my offer is acceptable. But I hear nothing.

Is there to be a failed search? Am I going to have to start all over again? I get tired just thinking about it. Sleep deprivation makes you think everything is bigger, heavier, weightier than it really is.

Never mind. Snowdrop keeps me busy and in the best of ways!






At the same time, she treasures her independent moments. It's incredible and so satisfying to see that some of her favorite times are with books.






Toward the end of the afternoon, I hear from the Warsaw apartment people. They're proposing a complicated agreement which effectively postpones the sale until a time when they find a place to move to.

On the one hand, I understand. On the other, if I agree, then there is a lot of waiting in store for me. It's not a quick and easy step toward finality, that's for sure. Well, on the upside for the Ocean reader, I'll be putting the topic of apartments to the side for a little bit. There is no sense in a daily repetition of the obvious: I'll move into a Warsaw place (for the days I'm there), but it wont be quick or easy.