So Lisi has been lame. I did take her to the vet a couple days ago. She has the equivalent of a doggy sprained ankle and was given some medicine to take down the swelling and pain. It was kind of disturbing for the three days she couldn't walk. It was like walking into your fitness club and seeing the favorite piece of equipment out of service. I didn't walk without her. So that leads me to believe, once her days are done here - I'll either gain a quick 15 pounds or we will need another dog.
Standing in the returns line at Costco yesterday, there was a lady on the phone. Since I stood there for approximately 8 minutes (not that I was counting) I listened in on her conversation and typed some highlights in my 'notes' section on the phone because I'm sneaky like that. Here goes: "I know I should call the police (spoken loudly and piqued my curiosity)! She broke into our house twice and the last time she stole my earrings. If we call the police it will make matters worse. Ok. I'll be available if you call. Let me know if there's problems and call 911 and then call me." (I have a feeling her life is more distressing and maybe exciting than mine.)
As we were eating supper last night the cat comes up to the window once again with a very lucky sparrow in its mouth. Why lucky? Because for the third time in the past 10 days I've gone out and poked the cat til he meows and the bird flies off. Is that me or is that kinda weird? Maybe it's same bird and they're just playing. I think not.
I sometimes check the feeder to see the readership. Lately, I've noticed the hits from faraway places. Today they were from Ontario, Nigeria, Australia, Bulgaria, Indonesia, Taiwan, and Alberta. I'm pretty sure I don't know most of you, but no matter! Glad you stopped by! I like friends from afar!
We have friends with black skin. We have a relative that lives and works amongst those with brown skin. We have a daughter with (what they call) yellow skin. We have relatives with olive skin. We have light skin. All of that is just outside stuff that doesn't matter. I saw this the other day and I thought it was beautiful for a lot of reason.
And then there's this. A picture of our fruit basket with 1/3 of a banana, 1/8 of a banana, 1/4 of an apple, and 1/2 of an apple. Um. Could you not have handled eating that last 1/8th? Or the other for that matter...
Finally. Just because it was cute. Golden moments I guess you'd call them.
Off to dig up grass in hopes of a lovely wildflower meadow. Only time and some grit will tell.