The Best Laid Plans

The old Robert Burns quote is pretty much the theme for this week. Indeed, the plans oft go awry. Indeed, that sling and cast up there are affixed to the right hand and, more to the point, the right pinkie of our son. He got his pinkie stove in by "friendly fire" ( a team member) in a bit of a collision at an Ultimate Frisbee game. On the day that his mission trip team was landing in Nicaragua for a week of labor helping small farmers with sustainable agriculture practices (whatever they are), this lad was under the knife, getting his pinkie bones realigned and pinned in place. All in all, he'd rather be in Nicaragua.

Now he's home for what, in a cruel twist, is known as spring "break". Except, being a college lad, he is not exactly home right now, but off visiting buds to the west at a University that is not yet on break. Then he is to visit a friend in a University to the east and transport him home for his break. Then maybe our son will hang at home for a bit before going back himself. It ain't Nicaragua, but it's a suitable enough "Plan B".

So that's the "Men" part of the Burns quote. Then there's the "Mice" portion:

This little fella's best laid plans involved a series of nocturnal raids deep into our kitchen. This one was actually caught a few months ago; we have abandoned the practice of taking pictures of every mouse perp we trap. More recently, one of these rodents slipped up and dove into the kitchen wastebasket, and failed to implement a workable exit strategy. Then this morning, we live-trapped one on the microwave and gave him a free ride to a new sanctuary away from homes and kitchens. With luck this will be the last of the rodent raiders for a good long while. Do not ask why we catch 'em live. I suppose if we were to really do it right, we'd have them spayed or neutered before they re-enter the general mouse population, he he. Anyhow, we are making no plans for next week; we hope any remaining mice are refraining as well.