All in a Day’s Disturbances

Yesterday, I made two disturbing discoveries.  One: I was living with a mouse.  Specifically, this unwanted house guest ravaged one of my cabinets in a binge that included gnawing through 2 packages of polenta, 1 large bag of organic Irish steel cut oats (which are expensive by the way), leaving bite marks on the cap of a bottle of cooking oil, and then, running around throwing handfuls of cocoa powder in the air like he was having some kind of 1 mouse, 1 shade of chocolate brown, Color Run.  I even heard the little jerk over the weekend and reasoned with myself I was imagining things.  I think the lesson here is: trust thyself… and store your grains in glass jars.

Two: the trackpad of my computer stopped functioning last night.  The trackpad, as you likely know, serves as a computer’s mouse on laptops.  So, yes, I have a mouse in my home and faulty mouse on my computer.

I have a mouse problem.

Laugh it up, everyone.

I couldn’t believe how scared and angry one little mouse could make me.  (To be fair, he chewed some massive holes, so I thought he must be a hideous rat, initially).  I stared at his mess for a good 10-minutes before taking a deep breath, rolling up my dish gloves, and saying to my salad tongs, “We’re going in.”  I removed the food, cleaned up, and lined the empty shelves with Bounce dryer sheets for the meantime.  The Internet says mice do not like the smell of them.  Ditto peppermint, cloves, or cayenne pepper.  Such dummies, cayenne is awesome for boosting metabolism, fighting inflammation, and strengthening immunity.

I put my writing on hold and proceeded to the Apple store this morning with its lack of mice and abundance of mouses to sit patiently on the sidewalk with all the other people standing outside before it opens, like we were waiting to buy tickets for some kind of mini concert for nerds inside.  I couldn’t part with my machine today, so I made an appointment to return later.

Thankfully, both nuisances will be remedied soon.  My boyfriend bought me a mouse—the computer kind—so that I could write today and pledged to help ward off the other mouse tonight.  I can’t even take credit for the joke about having a mouse problem.  He made the quip while I was still seeing red, err, cocoa.  Witty, isn’t he?

If misery loves company, I’m pretty sure it loves a good pun and guy who will save you from said mouse problems even more.  It makes me realize that these problems aren’t so bad after all, and the disturbances in a given day don’t reveal only the precious time or steel cut oats that get eaten up but, also, the people, places, and things that help us restock our shelves, reboot our computers, and reframe perspective.

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