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Chipmunk Condo

    Hey, everyone. It's me again. This picture is of a huge tree stump in our woods. A really cute little chipmunk lives in the root system of it. I guess he thinks that it is a condo and no doubt paid a hefty price for such an ideal locale, close to water and all. Those short, green plants in front are ferns. They disappear in the winter, but in the summer we have thousands of them. They almost totally obscure our trail through the woods so that we cannot see the ground as we stroll along. This is not too great in a country where snakes are common, especially considering I have seen rattlesnakes, copperheads and other undesirable critters in the area. For this reason I usually use a swinging blade to clear the path once or twice a year.
     I don't know why chipmunks like to live in rotten stumps and dead trees. I suppose they like that musty smell. This is odd but, hey, I like to smell of an old garage, where grease and oil have soaked into concrete floors. So, I have quirks similar to a chipmunk, which is comforting.
    As I sat up late last night, I searched for a good book to read on my Padster. I tried 3 or 4 and deleted them. I have a stash of several hundred that I haven't read, which is handy. I'm confident that you guys realize just how rare a good book is. I'm not talking about one that is readable but one that is truly good. They are scarce as hen's teeth, as my mom used to say.
     I was on the app store last night and noticed the new game called Chaos Rings. It's not my sort of game as I don't play sword-fighting games nor role playing games. I found it interesting to note, however, that the price for this game was $14.95, huge by app store standards. Game developers will never rest in peace until they get app store games up to the $40 to $50 dollars which will allow their children to drive gold-plated Mercedes. With the democratic system of the app store, in which 'whosoever will' can publish games, there are plenty of great games for 99 cents, thank goodness. Competition is good for consumers. That's why it's a drag when there are only four or five major players in an industry, with books and oil leaping to mind. Even if there is no formal price fixing, there is no problem charging 'what the traffic will bear'.
    By the way, I just saw an article which stated that during March, gamers downloaded an average of 5 million games a day from the app store.
    Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time around, here at the author's green retreat. I'm CE Wills, the condo salesman.
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