Good morning.
It’s 56F and sunny. The sun is forecasted to give way to partial cloudiness by afternoon, with a daytime high of 78F.
JtC, I’m sorry you have to wait an extra day, but I’m glad you are feeling so much better.
Nuts, congrats on your new niece!
Metal Mouse, thanks for checking in. I hope the trip is going well. And yes, it’s sometimes kind of disheartening to see changes to past abodes or workplaces. I once did a Google Street View/Walk View of my grandmother’s house in Springfield, Oregon. I was so disheartened to see how run-down the neighborhood looked. When I was a smol girl in elementary school, the house was surrounded by beautiful hydrangeas and other flowers, and all the homes around it were lovely, too.
Rocker, I’m glad Koritza is feeling better and has eaten something.
I used to love little sports cars. We had a 1972 Fiat Spider convertible, and my, did she go. She hugged the curves like nobody’s business, too. However, as I moved on to taller vehicles, I’ve discovered that I hate sitting down low because I can’t see around the vehicles in front of me. This probably has a lot to do with the volume of traffic around here. At any rate, I would rather drive my Jeep than my husband’s BMW.
I was rather busy yesterday. I cleaned up and ready to go by 8:00 a.m, but had to wait for my husband. By nine, we were at UHaul, picking up a trailer. We came home, loaded the garage freezer and the lawn mower, and then drove over to the metal recyclers. We had to pay a fee to get rid of the freezer, but it was still less expensive than the fee at the dump.
We stopped to pick up an early lunch, came home, ate, loaded the trailer with stuff from the garage, the dogs’ broken pool, nursery pots, and a few of my neighbor’s items, and then headed to the dump. The dump was very busy, and we had to wait in line. I mean, what the hell, it was Thursday. Why weren’t these people at work? 
We returned home and loaded the trailer with a kitchen desk from a neighbor, along with other items that had been shoved into an upstairs closet, and probably more stuff from the garage. We headed back to the dump, and the line was longer this time.
We got back around dinner time, ate, and then I relaxed for 30 minutes. After that, I cleaned out the pantry and loaded up some stuff that had been sitting in the laundry room (old pillows and old, worn blankets. I staged all that stuff in the garage, and this morning, we’ll load the trailer up one more time, head to the dump, and then return it.
We also put two bicycles out on the corner of our development with free signs. They were gone within a few hours. They are nice bikes, and we tried giving them to various people we knew, but no one wanted them. So, we stuck them on the corner leading to our development. We saw a young kid looking at them, and then an older boy, somewhere between 15 and 20, came along, looked at them, and took them. I just didn’t want to take them to the dump. If no one had taken them by the corner by evening, I was going to give them to the Goodwill near my house.
I was going to take them to a shelter, but their hours are so weird, it’s nearly impossible to donate there.
I woke up this morning to the sound of Buster puking. He had puked all over the pad in Maisie’s kennel and on the floor of his kennel. Poor guy. I don’t know why his tummy was so upset. His stool was a little loose, too. He did eat his breakfast, but I’ll keep an eye on him. I always worry when he pukes because it brings back vivid memories of Captain when he became ill with cancer. Fortunately, Buster’s puke isn’t green, but I still worry.
Alright, I need another cup of coffee, and then I need to get ready to go.
Please take care of yourselves.