This is official notice and you heard it here first: I’m giving Bernie to the next roving band of pirates or gypsies or Jehovah’s Witnesses who pass by. Stoopit dog.
To set the scene - it’s 25 whole degrees out this morning. When I dragged myself out of my cozy bed, I donned a pair of flannel pants, my long fleece robe, and slippers. I shuffled to the garage and let Bernie out to do her morning pee and poo. She saw a squirrel which had her running at full tilt into the yard. She wound up close to her escape corner and apparently decided that since she was there, she wanted to take a stroll thru the fence and into Helen Estates (that’s our neighborhood name - cute, huh?)
I trudged thru the leaves trying to lure her back to the fence so I could yank her hairy butt back - she’s too clever for that. So I trudged back to the shed, grabbed a hunk of rope, and went out the side gate. I spied her just down the road and across the street. She spied me. She acted all casual as she trotted AWAY from me. She’s why one calls a female dog a bitch!
Long story short, she ended up on the road that parallels ours, in front of the house behind ours. It may not sound like a big deal, but we both have 3-acre lots and the long leg of that rectangle runs along the side street. I walked the whole way in my flannel pants, robe, and slippers. And of course when we came back into the house, my glasses steamed up. Plus my ears were way cold to the point where they hurt.
So the next roving band of circus performers you see? Send them my way. Thanks ever so…
On a sadder note, my baby is going home today. It’s smart of them to miss tomorrow’s driving fiasco, but she’s only been here since Weds. She will be returning just after New Year’s Day for a week, so that’s good. Anyway, she and the new BF stayed up late last night so they could sleep in this morning so they’d be alert enough to be up late tonight as they drove home. Once the BF is up, I need to get into his room and get my wrapping paper - they’re taking some presents back with them since we can’t do Christmas in Ocala this year. I’ve also got a list of foods that I’m giving her to take back - she brought a cooler so that’s good. And much as I hate to see her go, I want them on the road so they get back to Orlando at a semi-reasonable hour.
Once they’re gone, FCD and I have to make a run to the convenience center - our trash and recycling cans are full. We also have to go to WalMart :eek: to pick up a prescription refill. That has to be done today, or tomorrow at the latest. Poor planning there, I know. And I need to do a little grocery shopping for lunches and such for next week. We’ll have a full day of activities here.
I notice I never recapped my Thanksgiving. That’s because it was pretty much meh. Some of the dishes were “off” which is odd at my mom’s house - is this the first sign of her getting old? My one sister was kinda sick, so she was subdued, and my nephew was being his usual anti-social bratty self. The cheesecake was excellent, tho.
Oh, and yesterday, FCD gave us a tour of some of the stuff he’s doing at NASA Goddard. Then we drove to the Greenbelt Metro Station and caught the train to the Smithsonian. We did a quick dash through the Museum of American History and the Natural History Museum, but both were very crowded. And I was disappointed in the American History exhibits, what few there were. Seemed like half of the museum was blocked off. But we got to see the Ruby Slippers, so there’s that.
And, um, what else? Not much. My ears have thawed, the idiot dog is in her bowl of kibble, and the rest of the household is still asleep. So begins my Saturday.
