A beautiful afternoon in our 'hood |
Here
we are at Wednesday. I told you the time would fly. And when Mike called
tonight, he reminded me that he would be home Friday evening. Yikes! Time to close the workshop and reconvert the kitchen.
Today
I had a dental appointment at 8:45, which meant I had to get up early, walk the
dogs, and get myself organized for a morning out. After the walk, I put the
dogs in their kennel.
Clouds seem to creep over the hill -- ominous |
The
dental appointment went fine and it was a relief to finally have that loose
filling repaired. Then I went to sister Harriet’s house. It’s her birthday
today, and we visited and then went to lunch at Ernie’s Steakhouse where we sat
on the balcony with a view of the valley. It was chilly until they moved us
into the sun. We each had a hamburger. It tasted so good!
Nellie dawdles along |
The
chilly morning became a warm afternoon – 82 – and Nellie drug along on the
walk. (She does not tolerate heat well.) When we got back to the house, she had
some difficulty recovering, and I figured she would be too tired to move for
the rest of the day. I was wrong. I inadvertently left the screen door open and
while my back was turned, she slipped out. I looked up the street – and down
the street. I looked behind the neighbors’ houses. I put my shoes on and went
to the field behind the house. It’s practically useless to look for her because
she could be around any corner. But then, to my relief, she suddenly appeared
at the back door.
"I'm waiting for you." |
The
dogs don’t settle down well on these long evenings. “We don’t want to lie down,”
they say. “I want to sit on your lap, Kathy” says Nellie. “No! – me, me. I want
to sit on Kathy’s lap,” demands Bossy Bess. At 9:15 I put them to bed – and
went to bed myself.
I
looked over the slide project again this afternoon and decided that not all
images need to be saved digitally and some don’t need to be saved at all.
Apparently I had concluded this previously because in 2012 I wrote on a certain
box, “Not interesting – some not even good – possible tossers.” I was of the
same opinion today, so out they went.
L.J. at 3 1/2 years |
But,
I am careful because I also find precious gems, an example being this one of
L.J. taken on Christmas Eve in 1958. KW
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