Friday, January 29, 2010
About why this used to be a design blog, and now, it's all over the place! WEll, one reason is that my life is all over the place these days...
That said, it's taken me forever to get the holiday decorations down, and putting my house and garage back together...It's been to cold to work in the garage, and when it's a pretty day, I just want to be outside...
Another reason is I've had two Geeks (computer) in,and neither one can figure out why my blog controls are all fouled up...yet, I blog on.
I know that I have said in the past that it's better to spend a few bucks on real flowers (there are great deals out in the local supermarket), than to have fake-looking silk..I am now taking that back...I was in Salado Texas, my favorite shopping spot in Texas, and these silk flowers (I call them "Teddy Bear" sunflowers, like the ones I used to grow in my garden up north) just waved at me...cheerily...the breeze caught them, and they moved! My husband even likes them..says they don't look like real flowers so much as they look like a scupture of real flowers...so, I lied..
I am so stiff and sore today; long story...Found a note in my mailbox with a photo on it of "Samson", the missing 11-month old long-haired German Shepherd. Yesterday, it was raining a bit, and I was out sweeping the birdseed off our porch, when Pepe, the pesky Yorky from down the street, came careening up the steps with Samson (it said so on his tag)...Pepe apparently had told Samson that we have cats, and he likes to come over an terrorize them. I let them in the house (big mistake) only because it was raining, and I didn't want Samson to get away and be lost again before I could call the number on the tag.
Chaos broke loose....wet dogs, cats with their backs up...then, Samson was so excited, he decided to eat Pepe...So, I am standing there, holding Pepe up over my head, and Samson thinks Pepe is now a pinata', and is leaping at him...
I managaged to throw Pepe outside, and drag Samson to the garage, where I gave him a nice blanket, some food and water, and called the owner..who, of course, wasn't home.
I had to get our car inspected, so I left Samson in the garage, all the while thinking about all the trouble he could get into while I was gone. I finally got hold of his owner, and we arranged a time for him to come retrieve Samson.
When I got home, I thought the garage would be distroyed, but it wasn't, thank God. I put him on a leash (our departed Lizzie's) to take him outside to do his business, and here comes the other neighborhood Yorky, "Bella", whom, once again Samson decided was a tasty morsel...He lunged for "Bella", and I was holding on for dear life...So, there I was, on my stomach, in my good, leather jacket, black velvet Navaho skirt, my hat flew off, and I was being dragged across wet grass and rocks.
The neighbor came out from across the street, and just stood there watching..nice guy.
Finally, got Samson under control, back in the garage, his owner came and got him, and I cleaned myself up..
See what I mean...all over the place.