|Morning picture to the northwest from behind the house, July 7|
Recently we’ve had some pesky problems to work through. First, the refrigerator debacle just doesn’t get better. Sears is giving us a royal run-around, wasting hours of our time – and theirs. One day we think the situation is resolved, the next we’re back to square one.
Then the town house air conditioner failed on July 3 at the beginning of the hot Fourth of July weekend. Heating and A-C shops were already closed, so we coped as best we could until the evening of the Fourth and then drove back to the farmhouse. Sunday night we went to bed with the windows wide open when a windstorm came up and blew the inner window in the master bedroom shut, causing the glass to shatter. (The window is meant to provide ventilation, or a cross draft, from the dormer windows at the front of the house.)
But the worst of all was that on Sunday (July 5), old dog Nellie had some kind of reaction that caused her back leg to swell, edema, and respiratory difficulties. We suspected a rattlesnake bite and Sunday afternoon Mike contacted our vet, who prescribed quiet rest, Benadryl, and Rimadyl. Monday Mike headed into town with Nellie and the broken window. The vet examined Nellie and couldn’t find the bite site (nor could we). However, her symptoms were those of rattler bite. She is recovering nicely.
Mike returned Monday afternoon with Nellie and the repaired window. He had also arranged for a service call on the A-C. Predictably, they were backed up with emergency calls, and when Mike said he was willing to wait until Thursday (today) for repair, the scheduler said he was her favorite customer. (It’s nice to be someone’s favorite customer.)
|A few brief showers -- then more heat (July 7)|
Tuesday son Clint rode in from Winchester Lake where he was camping. He and Mike enjoyed riding their dirt bikes to points near Dworkshak Reservoir.
On the Fourth, we brought Ken's dog Pepper back with us. The days went well, but she didn't settle down at night. When Ken and Ginny drove in yesterday, Pepper was overjoyed to see them and to go home with them last night.
Ginny alerted me to the fact that a zucchini was ready to pick. “Leave that until tomorrow and it will be oversized,” she advised. I went right out and picked it. Just think! My first zucchini of the season!
I picked the last of the cherries today (3 cups this year), and just a few raspberries still cling to the bushes. I estimate I picked a quart.
Our German Shorthair dogs have not been particularly good watch dogs – until Bess, that is. Bess keeps a close watch on what’s happening, warning of intruders. Something in the tone of her bark at 4:30 a.m. sent Mike flying down the stairs and out the door. At first all was quiet. Then Bess began barking frantically again. “No Bess! No! Come back, Bess! No!” Finally Bess responded to Mike’s commands. The intruder? – a large porcupine. Disaster was averted, thank goodness! KW