Next.

Today was a day of heat, and sunshine, and loopers galore.
We organized, we mixed up colors, and made 10 lb bags of them.  I didn't take any photos of this fiasco, I was too busy wiping the sweat out of my eyes.  Although, I found that three or four loopers make a great sweat band.
Lois declined.

And guess what????
The most recent stray cat, who Lois named "Next", went nicely into our Havaheart trap today, and then made a trip to the vet's.

Even though he sat at the window, and listened for a long time while I talked to him, he is not that friendly.
Miss Puss does not scare him either, no matter how loud she growls.
He is very thin.  I hope he sticks around for a while, so we can fatten him up.  After he has been neutered, he might not be so driven to travel around the countryside.

When another stray comes along, his name will be 'Also'.
Works for me.
The SPCA can stop calling me for money anytime,  we got our own thing going on here.
There never seems to be an end of these cats without homes.


One of my oldest and dearest friends was at a DAR conference in Washington, DC last week.
She has multiple health problems, but she gets around pretty well.
She and two other ladies were in the back of a cab, going from the Conference to the hotel.  They pulled up at the door, and my friend asked the cabby if she could get out the left door, being as a lot of cabs don't allow you to use that door.  The cabby said, "You can use any door you want to , lady."
So her two companions got out the right side, and she started to get out the left side.  Just as she was half way out the door, the cabby gunned the car.
My friend's leg  was pulled under the cab, and twisted, and he dragged her quite a ways, before her screaming got his attention.
Yes, she has a broken leg.
So now she is in a wheel chair for 12 weeks.
Just in case you think you had problems.

I am always grateful for being upright, and mobile.  My total knee replacement, disappointment that it was, and still is, made me painfully aware of how easy it is to lose that ease of movement and independence that we all take for granted, every day.
Now, I am happy to be walking, at any speed, with any amount of pain.
Everything is relative.

Which brings me to walking.   I had gotten ridiculously lazy about it in recent months.  And Eddie was old, and couldn't go far like he used to, and that was as good an excuse as any.
But then we lost him, and it was unthinkable.
Now here's Roy.  Sweet, sweet Roy.  And he is in the prime of his life, and he loves his walks.  When I come in the door from the studio, he meets me, and his tail doesn't stop wagging.  I swear he is smiling.
He is patient, through dinner, but he follows me around, just in case I go near his leash, or the door.
So we walk.  Every night.  He inspires me to keep going.  My foot is better since the cortisone, for the most part.  The knee makes the same old noise it always makes, but my heart is singing.
How come it is that there is nothing as sweet as walking your dog on a hot summer night???