There is nothing sadder than a sad, sad Boxer.
Month: June 2012
Echinacea
Purple Coneflower by the Library Loading Dock
Drawing Table
I spent weeks getting rid of junk, so of course when I visited my mom over Memorial Day weekend, she sent me home with more stuff. Cool stuff, though! The drawing table has a cast iron base. At some point someone used double sided carpet tape to secure a self-healing cutting mat to the top, so I need to go over it with goo remover to get rid of the adhesive residue. Other than that, it’s in good antique shape.
The clamp light was a bonus.
Crankypantsing, Ahoy!
I’m sitting for Kidney Cat again. I made appointments, per the owner’s instructions, for sub-q fluids at his vet. So I get to today’s appointment, and they don’t have me down. Great. I don’t know if that office has always been this disorganized, or if this is something new, but it sure is a mess now.
I’d been considering switching my cats over there, since I’m there all the time and it’s close to my house. I think I’ll stay where I am, though.
Also, what is it with people with out-of-control dogs on Flexi leashes? They’re called RETRACTABLE leads for a reason. Reel in your little monster, pleaseandthanks. He belongs on the DOG side of the waiting room, not over on the cat side, shoving his face into a sick cat’s carrier and barkbarkbarking. I love dogs, but I really wish dog owners would understand that not everyone finds their precious Fluffy quite as charming as they do.
Butterfly Bush Will Not Die
I worried in the spring that a late frost had killed off my butterfly bush. The leaves all turned black and fell off. Apparently they are made of stern stuff, because it’s come back with a vengeance.
Columbine Seeds
My mom said she’d like seeds from my columbine plants, so I went out today and harvested some. The Rose Barlow aren’t dry enough yet, and there are about 10x more pink seeds left on the plant, waiting to dry. I got all the White Barlow and wild columbine seeds, though.
Henry
Very interesting things were going on outside. Too interesting to bother with boring old me.
The Last Box
I had one final box of junk to sort. I’ve been carting it around, unopened and uninvestigated, for at least 20 years. It was full of candle holders. (And a figural bottle depicting a black woman. I have no idea where it came from, no idea why I have it, and no idea what to do with it. I guess give it to Goodwill?)
Anyway, that’s a lot of candle holders THAT I DO NOT NEED.
Columbine
Pink Columbine
Columbine Seed Pod
Hello, Neighbor
Harriet just realized that there is now a dog (a very cute Papillon) living upstairs, next door. This poor dog has barked and barked and barked at Harriet for weeks, trying to get her attention. Being deaf, Harriet has been oblivious. Until today. For some reason she looked up while the Papillon was out on her balcony. Papillon barked, Harriet barked back twice, and then both dogs commenced minding their own business. Apparently the little girl just wanted acknowledgement of her presence.
red paper boat 