We got back from a Labor Day weekend trip to Salt Lake. I finally got around to asking livingdot, which hosts my blog, to set up a photo blog. So here are the first entries–http://photos.schons.net/
The dog is white and about Stella’s size, has the seem sort of face, the black lips, shaggy coat, though white. Old guy, white spring parka, though a different white, and a navy-blue crew cap and a cane. Great. He puts the dog in a shoulder strap tote bag, and heads off. Limps off.
We finally did it–we got a puppy yesterday. It a poodle-cocker spaniel cross called a cockapoo. Things are going well so far. We’ve got it confined to the kitchen with babygates in the two entries. Trying to get it to poop and pee in a cardboard box. That isn’t going–and probably won’t go–too well.
Solstice. A bit of snow. Cold. ten degrees fahrenheit. Windy. Winter. Mantra that came to me this moring and is still with me:cry’n and try’n; lie’n and die’n. Don’t know what it means.
Lots to write about. don’t even know where to start. Let’s start with yesterday. Madeline and I did the 15-mile route of the St. Paul Classic. That was her first time. The logistics were amazing from my humble perspective. D. was going to ride with her sister for the full thirty mile route. So my suggestion was that M. and I level early and when we got back D. and her sister coulc take off. But there was still time where L. would be home alone. D. tried but couldn’t find anywhere for him to go. So, she called a neighbor, told em what was going on, and left Theresa’s cellphone with him. So that is a first, L. home alone.
This was a long and good day.
In the morning, a neighbor brought her Durango and trailer over so that D. and I piled the remains of the old metal shed onto it, made our best effort to tigh the stuff down, an headed off for the interstate.
D. got up at 3:00 am. So did I. So we were on the road to Bloomington, IN.
Not a day too soon. Coffers are getting low. Wages stagnet, prices going up. Lifestyle changes as always seem to require discipline that’s hard to come by.
Kerry did a fine job with his acceptance. Thank God. What will the attacks be like? Negative, yes. Reasonable rebuttals? probably not. We’ll see tomorrow.
Lifted, both sets.
D. and I both went to Liam’s last soccer game last night. I think he has done quit well. M. iwas overnighting at GS camp. DSL still down., apparently. I haven’t cycled the router. Hope to leave work early today to take care of stuff like get a cable for the comoputer.
In the breakfast room of the AmericInn in Sartell. We must be about the last guests in the motel on a Monday morning. The front desk person and two woman who do the rooms are sitting a table across from me. I just walked across the street to the gas station and bought a 20-oz. coffee for 85 cents, less than half of what I usually pay. My back is feeling better–after a half hour in the hot tub. I strained it playing golf yesterday with my brother-in-law and nephew. On the seventh hole. I had paid for 18, which my sister played in my stead in the afternoon.