06 June, 2011
I'm tired of looking at sad news. Unfortunately I have no good news, so here's a photo of the iris in the back yard. The columbine are also blooming and the dianthus is lush.
Tim was able to get a lot of painting done while he was here last week. (This is the painting necessitated by the hail storm, undertaken last fall, and interrupted by bad weather.) I've contributed to the effort by finishing some windows and second-coating a section over the weekend. One last push today should finish it. I guess you could call that good news...
Having seen the new house I have been able to go through some boxes of packed stuff and eliminate a few things, which probably qualifies as good news. I can also say that so far I haven't regretted any previous eliminations - more good news.
You could also call the fact that I didn't have to mow this weekend good news. Our realtor arranged for someone to mow - and I reallyreallyreally appreciated the gesture.
Apparently I was wrong about the dearth of good news - which has raised my spirits considerably, so I'll close with a cute story:
I took Charlie for a walk yesterday morning and let him swim in the irrigation canal at the park - he loves it! You throw a stick, he launches from the bank and lands with a satisfying splash. He retrieves the stick and gets ready for the next round. We then take the long way home giving him opportunity to dry. Unfortunately he stays damp for quite a while...
I had some inside puttering to finish before I began painting so I fastened Charlie outside to finish drying. He has a choice of sun and shade and was just lolling about waiting for me. At some point I saw our (elderly) next door neighbor coming toward the house (which is odd because she always just catches us over the fence for a chat) and wondered if there was a problem as I waited for her to reach the door. She never did. She stopped to talk to Charlie. Petted, patted, chatted, turned around and went home.