Sunday morning, with dozing dogs

Much more restful and relaxed than last Sunday, when I was dealing with sick little Gaby girl. Tomorrow will make one solid week on venison and sweet potato food, and she continues to do well. I spoke with the vet yesterday, and darned if she isn't feeding her own dog the Natural Balance L.I.D. formula. At least I zeroed in on a good choice.

I know there's a chance that Gaby could develop venison allergies, which is why this diet test needs to go on for a while. If she gets past 8 weeks without getting sick again, we may feel more sure that we're on the right path. So, one day at a time, with hope. I cleaned out the food bin that held Gaby's old food and carted the rebagged kibble into the cellar. Damn, more than a full bag of Eagle Pack Power Formula. I wonder if shelters take opened bags...?

Visited the feed store yesterday to get more wet food, and met a very distinguished gentleman. A Great Dane, solid black but for some greying around the muzzle. Beautiful dog, very reserved and well-behaved. Not to mention, well, HUGE. I had never met a GD in person before--this one made King look like a baby dog. 160lbs, and so tall and lanky. 5 years old, according to the owner. I know that's old for a giant dog. Poor thing. What a beauty.

I have noticed that since my internet-connected laptop is tethered to one place, I no longer surf or post as much. In addition, the version of Freecell that I had on the old iBook broke, so I can't move the cards anymore. The only game I have on that laptop is Chess, which I have pretty much forgotten how to play. I feel bereft, even though I know deep down that this is not a bad thing.

30s outside, with frosted lawns and roofs. I bought a couple of pumpkins for the front yard, which makes me rather conservative as far as autumn decorations go. Other houses have strings of ghost lights, scarecrows, corn shocks. Jack o'lanterns. Most flowers have been killed by the cold, save fore the mums. I harvested what little mesclun mix sprouted over the last month, and made a small salad yesterday. Had it with pasta and some of my homemade marinara. I will miss summer. Looking forward to spring planting already. I think I will get some shelving so I can set the seed planters in the window and not have to give up my dining room table to germination trays.

Today's dinner, Roast Chicken a la Ina Garten. There will be a little laundry done. And writing.

Sunday morning, with dozing dogs

Much more restful and relaxed than last Sunday, when I was dealing with sick little Gaby girl. Tomorrow will make one solid week on venison and sweet potato food, and she continues to do well. I spoke with the vet yesterday, and darned if she isn't feeding her own dog the Natural Balance L.I.D. formula. At least I zeroed in on a good choice.

I know there's a chance that Gaby could develop venison allergies, which is why this diet test needs to go on for a while. If she gets past 8 weeks without getting sick again, we may feel more sure that we're on the right path. So, one day at a time, with hope. I cleaned out the food bin that held Gaby's old food and carted the rebagged kibble into the cellar. Damn, more than a full bag of Eagle Pack Power Formula. I wonder if shelters take opened bags...?

Visited the feed store yesterday to get more wet food, and met a very distinguished gentleman. A Great Dane, solid black but for some greying around the muzzle. Beautiful dog, very reserved and well-behaved. Not to mention, well, HUGE. I had never met a GD in person before--this one made King look like a baby dog. 160lbs, and so tall and lanky. 5 years old, according to the owner. I know that's old for a giant dog. Poor thing. What a beauty.

I have noticed that since my internet-connected laptop is tethered to one place, I no longer surf or post as much. In addition, the version of Freecell that I had on the old iBook broke, so I can't move the cards anymore. The only game I have on that laptop is Chess, which I have pretty much forgotten how to play. I feel bereft, even though I know deep down that this is not a bad thing.

30s outside, with frosted lawns and roofs. I bought a couple of pumpkins for the front yard, which makes me rather conservative as far as autumn decorations go. Other houses have strings of ghost lights, scarecrows, corn shocks. Jack o'lanterns. Most flowers have been killed by the cold, save fore the mums. I harvested what little mesclun mix sprouted over the last month, and made a small salad yesterday. Had it with pasta and some of my homemade marinara. I will miss summer. Looking forward to spring planting already. I think I will get some shelving so I can set the seed planters in the window and not have to give up my dining room table to germination trays.

Today's dinner, Roast Chicken a la Ina Garten. There will be a little laundry done. And writing.

Compost question

I have a small bin in the backyard into which I toss the veggie scraps and coffee grounds. Now that it's getting cold, should I still do so? Stuff won't decay in the cold as well, will it?

Compost question

I have a small bin in the backyard into which I toss the veggie scraps and coffee grounds. Now that it's getting cold, should I still do so? Stuff won't decay in the cold as well, will it?

A typical Sunday evening

Stabbing darlings through the heart when I'm not excising them completely.

Bloody business, this writing thing.

A typical Sunday evening

Stabbing darlings through the heart when I'm not excising them completely.

Bloody business, this writing thing.

last rose of summer

There are two miniature roses by the back door, a red and a white. They've been there for years. They're completely overwhelmed by their surroundings, most assuredly out of place. Yet they come back every year.

This year, the red exploded--it must have had 30 flowers at one point. The white lagged behind, but like the tortoise, it won the race by being slow and steady. The few remaining flowers have survived about three frosts, possibly because the plant is warmed by being so close to the house.

Funny thing is, the blooms look pink. Maybe the cold has something to do with it.

The top photo was taken a week ago, the bottom one this evening.

last rose of summer

There are two miniature roses by the back door, a red and a white. They've been there for years. They're completely overwhelmed by their surroundings, most assuredly out of place. Yet they come back every year.

This year, the red exploded--it must have had 30 flowers at one point. The white lagged behind, but like the tortoise, it won the race by being slow and steady. The few remaining flowers have survived about three frosts, possibly because the plant is warmed by being so close to the house.

Funny thing is, the blooms look pink. Maybe the cold has something to do with it.

The top photo was taken a week ago, the bottom one this evening.