No particular reason I say, “Happy Wednesday”, but you know that I find blog post titles a bit challenging, if only for a moment.
On the other hand, I woke up this morning full of cheer and optimism, which is my usual style. It’s not a bright day outside, but I have enough work, our daughters are all happy and well, as far as I know, Gary’s at my side (and I at his), and I’m still on the side of the grass that I want to be.
I did wake up wondering where my draft of my Will is, but that too is not unusual. I’ll unearth that when I catch up to my other bookwork. My taxes are overdue this year … I remember thinking June (small business year end) was SO far away! Ugh.
This week, I accepted an offer on my old house in McBride, but neither Gary nor I believe it will pass an official inspection. It’s not a “tear down” like the house Susan and I bought without inspection, but it does need some TLC. I’m not interested in working on it any more, and will not rent it out again while it’s listed. Please wish me luck.
Yesterday, I groomed Rosie (a golden retriever who gets a summer cut), Shadow, a Border Collie mix who is kept tidy and short, and Chuckles, a cocker spaniel who got a thorough shampoo without getting brushed through (impossible because of matts).
Here’s a photo of Shadow, the most quiet and trusting of all. She looks nervous in the picture, but she’s only concerned about when the treat might come to her.
This morning already, Carly arrived and Chuckles went home.
I’m expecting a couple more boarders, and a cat to groom. I have a feeling that I’ve forgotten to write down some boarding reservation, but if I stay home, it’ll be fine. There’s no place I’d rather be, though I do love to visit Welcome Home for “coffee time” a couple of times in a week. I might see friends, or I might sit quietly by myself.
I was chuckling to myself last night, as I tried to transform a “found” object into an objet d’art for a convalescing friend. I wanted to paint this item, which is hard plastic, and I roughed the surface with sandpaper for better adhesion. I found that I could not remove the static electricity no matter how I washed and dried and wiped the thing down. I spray painted it anyway. I don’t have the time or ambition to “steampunk” this, so it will need appreciation for its special textures … a little dust and pet hair along with the paint. I should be more particular, have more pride. 🤷🏼♀️
So now I have finished my work and am sitting at ‘Welcome Home’. The internet at home, or maybe just on this device, was quirky. I’m finally able to save this blog post.
This dear old cat gets a shave down once per year. He was so mellow, seeming to enjoy parts of the procedure that many cats would tear you apart for (like clipping between legs and under tail). He looks angry but is not.
The companion pet from the same family needed a bath and deshedding brushing. Sammy was fidgety but sweet, though for nails she was panicky. Still, she didn’t try to bite, and we got the job done. This dog is an 11 year old adopted by a friend, and I told Sammy she had “landed well”!
I bought five mature hens yesterday, and by the end of the day, they already presented us with three eggs!
I must run along. A friend offered me some gardening supplies and I am delivering pecan tarts “in trade”. He has also generously donated to the Pet Hostel’s occasional rescue efforts.
Take care, everyone!
p.s. Happy Thursday 😉