Tuesday Dooze – Shed Time

There’s mice under there somewhere.  We can all hear them, but he is OBSESSED by them.  Shed Time, as it has come to be known, is a daily ritual around here.  And when I say ritual, I mean multi-step-full-on ritual.  There are 4 distinct stages to Shed Time:

Stage 1

Anticipation/Planning – he is a contemplative little man, our Dooze.  He likes to think about things for a bit before committing himself.  I call it his Obama Factor.

Stage 2

Waiting/Checking -  Here he waits at the door to see whether we’re coming, or if he should just nose the door open himself.  The amount of time he’ll wait is a combination of his mood, whether he just got up for a nap, whether Howard/myself are on a direct path to the shed, and the amount of noise the mice are making.

Step 3

Actual Shed Time – Here’s where we get to the meat of the matter — why we’re here.  Why are we here again?  Oh…right…to stare, without moving or making a sound, at a pile of chopped wood for up to 45 minutes at a time — the current record — and that ended only because Howard made him come in so we could lock up for the night.

Step 4

The Exit – Again, he makes no sudden moves when exiting the shed.  After all, you never know what may have happened in the seeming eons since you focused your attention on the middle of a woodpile where some mice live — even though common sense dictates that they’re more likely somewhere closer to the bottom of the pile — mere details.

And details are nothing when you’ve found your life’s purpose.