If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our little tree, Hope, finally has her colours right. She’s just a little thing but she’s a beautiful shade of red now and we couldn’t be more delighted.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this has to be one of my favourite times of year. It’s both beautiful and amazing outside. I take every chance to walk with my doggies and enjoy the view. It’s that amazing.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our dogs are now shedding their coats…or at least dropping hair like teens drop adjectives. It’s made my vacuum a daily necessity.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that work is all-consuming now. It’s the time of year when it’s so busy, it’s easy to stay late into the day and sometimes into the night. So, of course, this is when our house has decided to throw a fit and our garage door, our dishwasher and our phone have all broken down at the same time.
In the meantime…how are you? How are things?Thank you so much for reading! And a huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share!
It’s a lovely Saturday morning and I’m in heaven. I have my trusty doggies at my feet, softly snoring and sunshine pouring in the window. With no work today, things just look so fantastic.
What’s that? The crack in our ceiling you say? Yeap. That’s still there. Worse, if possible, instead of finding a solution, the structural engineer found water behind the wall.
And remember that scary spider I named Dante? Well, it’s back and, this time, it brought a friend. Obviously, our home is a major spider holiday destination.
Still, who cares? It’s Saturday, the sun is shining, it’s lovely out and there is no work until Monday. I’m in heaven
Our house is cracking open like an egg.
Let me back up. A few weeks ago, we had company over and they noticed a tiny, hair-like crack in our ceiling. We all laughed with confidence and continued our conversation thinking the crack would go away somehow.
Not only has the crack not gone away, it has visibly grown over time and now it has invited a friend.
My hubby was certain this crack was nothing to worry about. I wasn’t so sure and, when I started to see through the crack, I freaked out and called a structural engineer.
They’re coming tomorrow. I won’t mention how much it costs just to get these people in the door but I know what job I want in my next life.
I might have mentioned on this little blog that I’m afraid of spiders…I probably have…since I’m pretty terrified of them and everyone I know who has ears has heard me say so once or twice.
I had a victory today. Vacuuming. With my beloved Dyson.
There was an ugly, black one that came out of nowhere (they all do. Where on earth are they?). I screamed. Looked around for my protective furry doggies (who only opened one eye before going back to sleep) and I sucked it into the vacuum!
Now the vacuum doesn’t kill it. It has a compartment that you empty when it’s full and it was in there, running around with all its legs. So I was able to take the entire thing outside and release my unwanted house guest.
I’ve always wanted our home to be welcoming. I like to think our guests find the place pleasant. The only problem with this plan is when the guests are…unwanted.
The last couple of nights, we’ve left our windows open and it seems there is a local little guy who finds our home particularly attractive. He or she keeps coming back causing nasal nightmares.
Now, before I go any further, please note that I have nothing against skunks. They are lovely creatures and deserve every good thing that comes their way. They’re also adorably cute when little.
Still, there’s no denying their smell can make your hair curl.
Most people seem to know to stay away but, in a display of incredible intelligence, most dogs, seem unable to comprehend the consequences of bothering said animal.
I fear what might happen if mine meet this unwanted guest….
Quick! Happy thoughts!
Awww!!! That’s better.
Once upon a time there were two dog owners who were…well, a little nuts. They meant well, in their crazy little minds, but they were two raisins short of a fruit cake. So, when they went out to get their dogs new beds, they…well, they lost what little sanity they had left.
First, they already had two dogs beds. But they were old and getting lumpy, so they had to go.
Since their dogs weren’t too keen on them. Our two little loonie birds decided higher quality was needed and the beds went back to the store.
They got new, orthopaedic beds made with special foam. It seemed that since the dogs spent all day doing absolutely nothing, they needed to rest in special comfort at night.
Since, these were greeted with delight by the doggies, our two heroes finally could put their quest to rest.
Feel free to roll your eyes and shake your heads in exasperation now.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this morning was glorious. I sat on the deck watching my two dogs sniffing every corner of the yard and chasing one bird that was obviously up to no good and loved every minute. It was not too hot, it was sunny and there was the promise of more days like this to come.
If we were having coffee, I’d tel you that I discovered a little bump on River and we were at the vet’s almost immediately that same day. Turns out, it was a hair cell that has grown too large and not a deadly form of cancer as I feared. The vet patiently explained it all to us while my hubby rolled his eyes.
Finally, I’d wish you a Happy Father’s Day.
A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!
The sun was shining and we were walking. Sure, it was cold enough to merit snow pants and a toque but it was sunny! So, off we went.
I added a new loop to our route and now we have a nice little walk. With my two trusty pooches on leashes and Ocean with her backpack, we set off.
And it was really lovely.
There’s something really special about walking outside, hearing the early morning birds and feeling the sun on your face. At least, I loved it. Both my doggies seem to be exhausted after the walk but I think it was as good for them as it was for me. Motion is lotion, as a friend of mine likes to say.
Still, lotion or not, they’re dead to the world now.