I think
when I
started
out in
the
Army; I
was
drawing
about
$90 a
month.
Somehow
this
didn’t
seem to
be
enough,
and I
worked
hard to
get
promoted
to the
next pay
level of
about
$115 a
month,
as I
recall.
Now I
was on
top of
the
world.
High
living.
Generally
ran out
of funds
about 5
days
before
the end
of the
month
and I
would
end up
hocking
my
portable
radio or
a camera
at the
local
pawnshop.
Seemed
like I
did ok.
Of
course,
Uncle
Sam was
providing
my food,
housing
and
medical
needs,
for
whatever
they
were
worth.
Today,
well,
you know
how it
is. It
seems
like the
more we
make,
the more
we
spend.
There
just
seems to
be more
things
to spend
money on
than in
earlier
days
gone by.
I was
looking
out the
front
window,
as I was
thinking
about
this
article
and it
dawned
on me
that we
feed
cats,
squirrels,
raccoons,
possums,
deer,
many
birds
and Lord
only
knows
what
else.
Which
gets me
to
thinking…who
was
taking
care of
them
before
we moved
here? Is
there
some
sign out
there
that
says…”Mr.
and Mrs.
Mullet
live
here…drop
on by
for a
good
meal.”?
Our
place
looks
like a
zoo from
time to
time. If
I try
sleeping
in on
some
mornings,
I
halfway
expect
some
disgruntled
forest
creature
to come
and ring
the
doorbell
to get
the
buffet
going. I
know the
cats
watch
for me,
since
they sit
in the
window
in front
of my
desk and
meow
like
crazy
until we
go and
feed
them.
The deer
have
gotten
so they
stand
out in
the yard
about 30
feet
from me
as I
ladle
out
their
daily
corn
ration.
When I’m
late I
seem to
detect a
look of
anger in
their
otherwise
sweet
faces.
They
seem to
be
saying…”Look
stupid,
we need
to eat
…now.” I
think
they
secretly
talk
about me
as well.
I may
need to
see a
doctor
about
some of
this.
We don’t
overfeed,
but I
think we
have
inadvertently
gotten
these
critters
in the
daily
habit of
stopping
by our
house
for a
snack to
supplement
whatever
their
normal
diet is
composed
of. It
must be
common
knowledge
that we
are easy
and that
guilt
works on
us. I
have to
really
talk to
myself
and
remind
myself
that
these
things
have
been
feeding
themselves
without
my help
for
many,
many
years.
Am I
enabling
them to
the
point
that
they
won’t be
self-sufficient?
God, I
hope
not. I
have
tested
this
theory
out and
when we
get back
from
some
trip of
a couple
of days,
I’m
relieved
that
there
aren’t
any
little
dead
bodies
laying
around
on my
front
porch..
One of
the
oddest
things
that
have
occurred
is the
emergence
of a
small
honeybee.
Not that
honeybees
are all
that
strange.
Except
this one
has
taken up
residence
in my
radio on
the
porch.
There
are 4
little
holes in
the back
of the
case
where
the
thing
screws
together.
These
are
about
the size
of a
pencil.
This
little
bee
works
and
works
inside
of these
little
holes.
We have
yet to
figure
out what
he is
doing.
He can’t
be
building
a
nest…since
the
holes
are so
small.
He is
busy
though,
just
busy as
a ….,
well you
know.
He’s
been
there
for over
a month,
every
night in
and out,
doing
whatever
makes
him
happy.
We have
starting
thinking
that
maybe;
he’s
building
himself
a little
weekend
place
for
himself.
You
know,
away
from the
maddening
hive.
Right by
the
hummingbird
feeder.
So cheap
grub is
always
available.
Kind of
a
retreat
for a
hard
worker.
I don’t
have any
other
ideas
about
what he
could be
doing,
so this
is just
as good
as any
other
ones
that you
can
think
of.
Feeding
the
forest
isn’t
for the
faint of
heart
either.
Many
times
you will
go out
to the
trash
and
something
just
leaps
out from
the
night to
surprise
you.
Perhaps
they got
shut out
earlier
in the
day and
wanted
to be
first in
line in
the
morning.
Who
knows?
All I
know is
that the
guys in
the feed
store
love me
and must
think I
have
some
huge
ranch
somewhere.
Or maybe
they
don’t
since I
hardly
look
like a
cowboy.
It’s a
tough
job, but
as they
say…somebody
has to
do it.
Of
course
all of
this
costs
money,
which is
where I
started
off in
the
first
place.
I’ve
looked
over the
cost and
it
figures
out to
me that
I can
take
care of
what
needs to
be done
and buy
the feed
necessary
for
about
what it
costs me
to eat
out at
some
decent
restaurant
every
month.
Now,
seeing
as I am
always
looking
for a
new way
to lose
weight,
this
doesn’t
see to
be much
of a
decision.
As
always,
I’m open
for
comments
of the
good
kind at
www.pearyperry.com.
On the
other
hand I’m
never
open to
negative
stuff
since it
tends to
disrupt
my even
vibration
force
flow.
Send
those
negatives
thoughts
to me %
Box
BR549.
Who
knows
where
that
came
from?
See you
next
week.
