There was snow on the ground (and on the pansies) this morning, and now it's snowing hard again. It's been raining for days and is supposed to continue to rain on & off for a zillion more days. This weather sucks. It was 30 this morning and I've had a fire going for the last 3 days. Am I tired of stoking the wood stove? Why, yes, yes I am. The wood is all out and uncovered, so it's just getting wet every day, which makes it even more fun to carry in and try to burn.
I haven't been doing much (seems as if that's all I say). I have been cleaning bit by bit, in prep for Sunday's book group. We postponed the meeting and it seems as if we haven't been together for a long time--which is because we haven't. Tonight I'm going with Marylou to a function honoring a friend of ours. You're supposed to wear a hat. Ugh. I'll take my baseball cap and hope there are enough people without hats so I won't feel funny not wearing it.
It was a pretty quiet week. I did my stint at the Historical Museum yesterday--it takes a lot longer to scan big photos so it was a slow day. After that I had lunch with Julie. We always have good visits. So good that I'm going with her to Blue Mtn. Lake this weekend. She has to go to an event there because they funded something for CEF. We always have good road trips so I'm going along for the ride. And maybe free food when we get there.
Tess is doing pretty well. Her leg seems stronger but I'm having trouble keeping her quiet. She ran off this morning, pausing to look back at me before disappearing down the driveway. Does she know she's supposed to take it easy? The vet told me to walk her on a leash, just to go to the bathroom, then she's to be back in the house. Well I try, but meet with limited success. She doesn't limp as much as she did before and seems to tolerate the anti-inflammatory drug well. She doesn't like to eat peanut butter from me because I used to swipe the pb on the roof of her mouth. Now she very delicately takes the wad of pb with her pill buried in it. She doesn't trust me. Treasure, on the other hand, seems to love having a big wad of peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth. Well, it's food and she loves food.
I got a call from friends who are getting a puppy from my breeder. They put a deposit on the pup, the litter is due in 2 weeks I think. They visited with the breeder and were impressed with the dogs. They reported that she has a 9-wk old female black Lab and a 6-yr old female black Lab. Oh I want them both, but mostly I want the older dog. I resist, however, having maintained for a while that I will not have 3 dogs again. My friends want a male so didn't take either. Strong wills, they must have, to resist a 9-wk old puppy.
Both dogs go to the vet next week. Treasure needs to have her liver functions checked (for $65) and Treasure needs shots and an exam (for how much? how many hundreds?).
I'm reading a Fay Weldon book about an older woman who moves into an assisted living place in southern Rhode Island. There's not a whole lot about RI in it, but there are references to places near where my mother lives. I told my mother I'd be visiting her in June, when black flies are bad here. I'll skip a visit in May, that's one of my favorite months here. If we ever get to May and it stops raining and snowing.
I had a conversation with a semi-retired friend recently about what to do in retirement. He said he made a list of things he wanted to do when he stopped working full-time. Oh, I did that! I said with glee. I have things like clean closets, throw out old clothes, clean the master bedroom on my list. He gave me a funny look and said the his list included going to Italy, taking a course and learning how to SCUBA dive. Oh my we're very different people, aren't we.
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