In case you are wondering, this is the 651 post on this blog, so if you read one a day, you will have had a year and nine months of trivia, suitable for driving yourself completely ga-ga. I warned you.
I am having a heck of a time with my on-line shopping experience. For instance, I need flower pots to transplant some of my houseplants. So far I have received 6 pots too large with no saucers; two tiny pots with saucers but pots are only one cup size; one ceramic pot that is too shallow for the cactus to fit in; three red pots just the right size, but without saucers. Then there is the lamp shade, It is supposed to be burlap covered and instead is some weird fabric that makes the color silver (ugly) so it has to go back. It is the right size. I ordered a nice print by Carol Grigg, only to find it cheaper on walmart(!) although mine is a limited edition, which accounts for the price. I guess. The list goes on. I guess I am too distracted and don't scrutinize the descriptions very well. All except the weird lampshade, for which I have the email to corroborate.
I am about half way through getting all my belongings back in the bedroom, I have just temporarily run out of steam. The living room is clear, now to do the dining room. Soon. I will post photos of the finished rooms, but it may be a while. There is so much junk, we have the trash people scratching their heads over the loads at the curb. Not that we have a curb; this is after all the rural country. I wrote on an earlier post that the paving crew was here and I hoped that they would re-pave instead of just patch. So, surprise!! They did neither. Instead they poured a driveway for one of our neighbors, drat. Not even a dab left for the road.
I go to the dentist this afternoon. I have broken a tooth, I think. So this is another fun-filled day. I don't even get a free toothbrush, or a sticker. Last time I was there I had an easy time with the cleaning, so I guess it all evens out. Update: Yes, the tooth was broken, and needs a crown, but a temporary patch job will have to do for a while.
We took Maggie (Newfoundland) to the vet to get her stitches out and for them to check her ears and eyes for the infections from earlier. She looks like a giant Q-tip: fur on her head, and a tuft on the end of her tail, and naked in between. But no doubt she is cooler. She got loose when we were moving her back into the yard and did a little walk-about, but came willingly enough when we called. There is no forcing her to go where you want, as she weighs 125 pounds and pulls you right off your feet. Very strong dog. There is a story making the rounds about a Great Pyrenees that was kept in a horse stall for 6 years and never clipped until now. They are about the same size as Maggie, and she felt put-upon when she was in the horse stall for two days (where she was kept so her stitches wouldn't pull out right away, or get dirty). Some people don't know what responsible means.
Quote for the day: "Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak."