Happy Moonday!
Happy Labor Day!
Happy Birthday Solost!
I thought your name was soloist, but not so.
Perhaps we should call you The Wanderer, although I’m sure somebody else will come up with something better. Maybe Dion.
Rainy morning at the park. I’m surprised so many were there, Including Barky and Humpy, who usually don’t come on rainy days. Thirteen people and fourteen dogs. I think I got a semi-apology from Barky mom. She’s dieting and it’s making her grumpy.
I actually expected today to just be Lucy, Lily, Coco, Ripple, and Echo.
I guess calling all the people who won’t come out on rainy days wimps finally sunk in.
Let’s see what they do when it’s 16 degrees outside. I can’t say much because I wimped out a lot on the cold days last winter.
Adam Cat is actually A DAM(n) Cat. It took so long to name him. I still call him CatCat most of the time, or FatAssedCat. I don’t worry about him getting on the counters, his fat ass can’t make it up there. He has lost a lot of weight since he’s been going outside. He’s still pretty hefty, and jumping up on things is not something he does often.
I’m not planning on doing much today, even though there is a lot that needs to be done. I’ve decided I have to lower my standards a bit around the house. I once had it at a place where it didn’t look lived in, I can’t keep that up anymore.
Right now, I feel overwhelmed and that makes it harder to get motivated.
At least my knee is finally feeling better and so I can get more done.
I messed up the grocery order yesterday. I should have checked the pantry and I didn’t. We’ll make do with what we have. I’m not going back for just a few items.
Still haven’t heard anything from the Lawn Guy. My son was supposed to mow the lawn today, but with the rain, that isn’t happening. I think my son can just keep mowing the lawn, and I need to find a new handyman.
I wonder if it would work if I put up a sign saying FREE on the chunks of tree trunk out back. I’ve had five people express interest, and yet the chunks are still there.
What nice cards Red, Very pretty.
I’m sorry for your family woes FCM. At some point they are probably going to lose the ability to make choices for themselves. It won’t be pleasant at all.
Congrats on the new grand Swampy.
We never worried about ice around here, neither of us likes super cold drinks. Then I bought my son a snowball machine. I couldn’t find the ice cube tray so I had to buy new ones. It makes it easier to water the orchid, it is supposed to get one ice cube a week.
I’m skipping the Pooch Plunge this year. Neither of mine get in the pool unless I drag them in. There are too many stairs up to the pools, and I don’t want to push it with my knee.
I love your GG stories JtC, even if I don’t always say so.
Of course, your cat has trained you Shoe, cats are better than dogs. Adam has his ways of getting what he wants. The more treats stare works pretty well with me. He does a cute little thing with his mouth when he wants a piece of ham or shrimp. If he wants out, he aggravates Ripple until Ripple reacts and I get pissed and let him out.
My son is a little tougher to train, but Adam got my son to let him out the front door this morning, even though he had just come in the back door. I told my son that Adam could go out the back door with us as we were leaving in a few minutes, but no, my son followed Adam to the front door to let him out.
Doggio, you’d think the dogs at the park were going to kill each other if one of them is outside the park. Once inside, all is cool. Nobody has tunneled out yet, although Urban almost tunneled through to the small dog side. Digging is not allowed, but Urban has dug such a deep hole in the back behind the trees that you could dispose of a body back there. No danger of a person stepping into the hole, but we’re afraid a small dog might get stuck in it.
I had to look up Mos Eisley MetalMouse
I do need to do something around here, like get the trash ready to go out.