I am getting a small amount of followers for this blog, and I hope they aren't too disappointed in the frequency of my posts. I try to have something reasonably interesting and not post without a subject. Unfortunately this is one of the posts when I just meander from topic to topic. Sorry!
The forecast for the eastern part of USA is grim. The forecasting is usually correct in predicting if it will snow; not very good when it involves the amount of snow. Still, the local Walmart was packed yesterday, and from the number of cars in their parking lot packed again today. The two big items are Roll paper and milk. Milk I can understand, you can't stockpile milk because it will spoil; but T paper? I wanted to go and get new filters for the furnace, and a plastic storage box for my cross-stitch stash, it won't be a very large box, but I was deterred by the crowds. As for the cross stitch patterns and such, I decided to have more than a single work in progress, for times like yesterday when I had to rip out everything I had just stitched. Right now my stuff is overflowing a medium sized box, too shallow and the kits are slippery. I did get to the pharmacy today, bad time to run out of necessary refills. I take dozens of meds (slightly overestimated) and I am always out or nearly out of something. The pharmacy staff know me on sight, sigh.
My son and I were discussing what we will do if we go out to the barn and our old old Newfoundland dog is dead. She doesn't seem to be in any pain, just moving slowly and having trouble getting up. Appetite is still good, and her tail wags just as hard as ever. This is the same dog that had two ACL surgeries, and she has gotten several years since then without pain. I know she misses her buddy who had cancer and a systemic infection, but there isn't much we can do in that area. So the question of how to handle a dead dog weighing 120 pounds is a tough one. Guess we will see when the time comes. I will miss her. We seem to be slowly reducing our critter population. It will be strange when they are all gone. The horses made it well into their 20s and the cats into their late teens. I vow, no more horses, dogs, or cats. I am too old and what would be done should they outlive me? Anyway, I guess we will take her to the vet, they have done this before. Unfortunately they charged $400 for the other Newfy, my jaw dropped when I got the bill. We can't dig a hole for a dog that big, we would need a backhoe, and that isn't possible. It isn't like we could borrow one from a neighbor. Guess we will see for that part too.
I need to get a new mouse for this computer. It is doing strange things, like when I am not touching it and the desk is not shaking or anything, it will scroll up or down, it is a drag when I am trying to read text. The PC downstairs uses a trackball, which I prefer, but the mouse is cheaper by a factor of 2. This one is so old, and was my husband's before me, it has potholes where my fingers rest on the surface.
That is all my sleepy head can manage for today, if you are in the storm's way, stay home if at all possible.