Bob was in charge of making the hot oatmeal this morning. Somewhere in his early life, he was told to cook on the highest heat and to put the lid on to make it boil faster. Did it boil over??? Did it boil way over? YES.
Saturdays are always a bit nostalgic. When I was a kid and we had a few furniture items in our small cabin, I had to dust the furniture. I remember fondly dusting our phonograph as I listened to Saturday at the opera from CBC. I am not particularly fond of opera but i still listen on Saturday because of the memory.
One of those days where the granddaughter rings the doorbell and comes in, the dogs bark cuz they are so happy to see her. The phone is ringing and I am in the shower.
I just found out somebody was actually reading my blog and that was scary. Here I thought I was talking to the wind...that is wind, not air, in Lethbridge.
Trying to take a nap goes like this: Dog #1 barks-she is on the outside of the patio door and wants in. Dog#1 barks again. She is lonely and wants her buddy dog #2. Dog#2 is jealous and barks. I lift her out of her kennel and put her in the pen. Dog #1 is chewing #2's ear and there is a ruckus. #2 goes back in the kennel. Dog#1 is lifted to the great run of the house. Dog#2 is jealous and wants out too. She is taken out of the kennel and put onto the floor. Dog #1 and #2 run back and forth and wrestle under the bed. The bed shakes and I am not napping. Dog #2 takes a dump on the carpet. I am mad. Both dogs get thrown back into the pen and I get up. We go down to the backyard grass where dog#1 eats grasshoppers and #1 eats grass. Both are happy.
My little visitor, Claire, silently goes into my dresser drawers and comes out with the most interesting things that I forgot I even had. She is always bringing Bob the cough drop that he leaves on the top of the dresser.