not a lick of sense.....

ok, so i heard the mounrful cries of the cat as i walked up the hill to get the newspaper.......from across the road.....and inside the neighbors heinous metal building with no doors to hide all of the junk he has accumulated in the 20 years aince he put up the monstrosity.......had he put doors on it the cat might not have gotten herself up in the rafters.....way, way up.....no clue how she managed it......but there she was.........until my spouse came home from his saturday morning run and dragged a ladder over to her perch.....whereupon she clung to the metal frame with her back legs as he was pulling her front parts.......what an idiotic cat.......our best guess is that something spooked her last night on her prowl, and she took refuge in the highest spot she could find......a coyote?......but after all danger had past she couldn't quite recall how to put herself in reverse, and come back down.......ah well.......she is now curled up under the small caned bedroom chair.......sleeping off her wild night out.......as for me......i finally came in from the rain, but not until i had chopped down most of the scraggly bushes and honeysuckle vines that were choking the roses beyond the box hedge.....the rain started just as i was making serious progress.....and as i was already wet i continued on as far as i could before i felt dangerously close to the edge.......the conundrum of living on the side of a hill is the reality that one can actually fall or slide off.......had i a lick of sense i would be up showering off....given that i glimpsed some poison ivy......but i am waiting for the rain to subside so that i can finish the project before i clean up for the reat of my day......maybe if i try to cut some bushes down from the bottom reaching up..........