I like keeping busy -- really I do. Just not too busy. I'm working on that one! (Thus far unsuccessfully.) But of course, three moves in one year are bound to create headaches and mine have been plentiful. Of the metaphorical kind. I'm not prone to real headaches. Thank God. Well, except when my brain exploded 30 years ago. But I digress.
Wednesdays are supposed to be my loose days where I can do everything by my own schedule. The problem is that the list of things to accomplish on this day is far too long, leaving me with too little time to, say, go out with Ed for a walk. Once again I call him and say -- not today, I just can't. Here I am, living a five minute bike ride away from the farmette and I cannot fit in a walk. What kind of person am I anyway? (Obviously I am a person who doesn't know how to moderate her commitments.)
The morning walk is reasonably good today. There's a chill in the air and a haze has dimmed the brightness of the sun a bit, but still, I like this pre-spring weather. So Henry, how about reining it in with the barking, so that I can enjoy the peacefulness of the early morning? Yes yes, I know, you're working on it!
And yes, Sadey, you're working on the pulling, right? I appreciate your efforts.
Ed sent me a link to a Nova that posits the idea that dogs can use language to communicate with us. Not their language, our language. Press buttons with words that they want to convey. Maybe "want walk outside" or "I would love a trip to the beach" (in fewer words of course). My dogs aren't in that league yet. They use their bodies to tell me, or each other, what's missing in their lives and how I could make it better. Maybe that's a good thing. Given the chance, I'm sure Henry would press buttons "I want to be outside, off leash, or, in the alternative, next to you without Sadey on your other side" all the time. I'd have to say "not now" too often. This way he keeps hoping and I feign ignorance.
Breakfast, with flowers that only March and April can brag about.
I take my pooches do daycare and then plunge into the essentials, which today includes trimming bushes at Steffi's House. So long as they're finishing the fence building there, I can work away without disturbing the guy who is living there now.
I finish my work, the fence people finish theirs. Henry and Sadey -- it's not big, but this is your summer playground! Just dont bark at the neighbors and turn me into the neighborhood pariah please!
I pick up my pooches and then hunker down with a cold. Unfortunate, isn't it? Who wants to be sniffling away when spring is just around the corner! I cancel my drop-in visit with Ed and pick up the dogs and reheat a big cup of chili. Maybe it'll be a quick one -- many tissues and pfft! Gone!. One can hope.
with so much love...
