Vacation day

"Vacation," however, does not mean "day of rest."

Emptied out piggy bank and cashed in the coins at the non-piggy bank. Came away with enough to pay for groceries, including six bottles of Kris Pinot Grigio, my new fave white wine. Taking a break. Will then work outside for a few hours, because it is too freaking lovely--clear blue sky and temps in the 70s--to stay inside. Need to mow that backyard, edge and trim, and weed and feed the veggies. The squash and zucchini are both blooming, and the first squash is forming. The rubber is very slowly starting to meet the road.

Will be making a meat loaf. Two pounds of Lasater's Grass-Fed Beef hamburger will be mixed with onion, garlic, tomato paste, chopped fresh tomato, oregano, egg, bread crumbs, salt and pepper. Maybe some basil. Maybe some of the home-grown parsley. Maybe a dash of milk, or I may use olive oil instead. It's good ground beef, but since it's grass-fed it tends to be dry.

Will be roasting another chicken over the weekend as well because that was made of Win.

And, oh yeah. Writing. It's supposed to rain off and on Saturday and Sunday. Perfect writing weather.

Toad in the hole

Let the pups out for the night. King came back in right away, but Gaby found something interesting on the deck. I called and called, but she wouldn't come in. Turned on the light, and saw that she was standing over a small toad, nosing and pawing it.

Got her away from it. King followed me outside--I managed to keep him away from it by covering it with a flower pot. Then I herded it toward a knothole so it could fall to the ground below, only a six inch drop or so. Gaby must have been able to hear it rustle through leaves and suchlike, because she kept going around to the various knotholes and spaces between the boards, sniffing and listening. She finally came in. A few minutes later, she wanted to go back outside. Things like toads under decks seem to prey on her mind.

I told her to go to sleep. I think she did.

Toad in the hole

Let the pups out for the night. King came back in right away, but Gaby found something interesting on the deck. I called and called, but she wouldn't come in. Turned on the light, and saw that she was standing over a small toad, nosing and pawing it.

Got her away from it. King followed me outside--I managed to keep him away from it by covering it with a flower pot. Then I herded it toward a knothole so it could fall to the ground below, only a six inch drop or so. Gaby must have been able to hear it rustle through leaves and suchlike, because she kept going around to the various knotholes and spaces between the boards, sniffing and listening. She finally came in. A few minutes later, she wanted to go back outside. Things like toads under decks seem to prey on her mind.

I told her to go to sleep. I think she did.