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Come on in the Water’s Fine
My Mental Health Day
I took a mental health day today. It’s just the dogs and me today and I decided that I needed a day to do something that I really love to do, (besides going wine tasting). I mulled over all the different things I would really love to do if I had a day all to myself. The winner hands down is taking the dogs hiking someplace pretty rugged and primitive. There is a place not far from here that fits the bill perfectly. The only problem is that I’ve only been there once and am not sure how exactly to get there, so I came up with the most logical solution. I co-oped a friend of ours that takes his dogs there all the time to take us along.
I’m so excited, the weather will be great, 58 degrees this morning with a high of 70. The dogs are already out of control, using the front room as their personal wrestling arena, killing time chewing on each other’s faces. I know, we’re really warped.
I promised that I would wait until 8:45 before calling our friend, but could only make to 8:30. Thankfully he was up and had started on his first cup of coffee. I loaded up the dogs and headed his way. The morning was beautiful. Sunny and cool, perfect for a hike. The dogs were so excited, pacing around the back of the station wagon on the drive over. We parked the cars, unloaded the dogs, he brought one of his, Stella, a Belgian Malinois mix. She weighs in at about 65 pounds and the sweetest little girl. The dogs could barely contain their enthusiasm, all the smells calling them, teasing them. They were in sensory nirvana. They all headed off down the road, sniffing and peeing on every weed, AJ immediately took a dump right in the middle of the road. The first of many this morning. That’s my AJ.
Charlie ran back and forth across the path and into the underbrush and woods around us, always on the hunt searching for a promising scent. What surprised us both was Stella was right on his heels the entire hike, following him everywhere. Charlie acted like they had been hunting buddies forever. For Charlie, that’s really something. AJ and Orso stayed pretty close to the path and us, not wandering too far, but we would have call Charlie and Stella back often. Neither one of us wanted to try out my de-skunking kit.
We were the only ones out there. It was wonderful. A truly refreshing, relaxing and invigorating mental health day. I can’t wait to go again.
The Great Bathroom Remodel
I can finally see the end of the tunnel. The walls are all painted, two were even painted twice. While caulking the tub, the alcohol that Mitch was using to cut the silicone, exploded from the bottle and splashed down two walls. Guess what? Alcohol doesn’t wash off. So he had to re-paint those two walls. It seems the curse continues. We finally decided on the granite for the countertop and it’s laying on the floor in the living room to be installed after the final coat of stain dries on the base cabinet.
We ultimately agreed on shower doors over shower curtains. That took a long time to find The One, but we did. That has been installed. Of course installing a shower door with all of the parts didn’t go as easily as it would for normal people. Mitch had to make a trip to the hardware store for longer anchors, I guess we have a fat tub.
All that’s left to do is hang the trim around the doors, install the crown molding, hang the upper cabinet, set the granite countertop and tile around the base of the walls to create a baseboard. Oh, and install the towel bars and the shelving units in the closets.
I’ve thought about taking an inaugural shower, but decided against it because I know what would happen. If Mitch discovered that we could actually use the bathroom before the total completion, there would never be a total completion. We would limp along with a half finished bathroom, saying we need to get this done and never do.
I think we might just survive this remodel. It’s been a tough one.
Mine!
Enjoying the cooler weather
Walking The Dogs
Walking the dogs at 4:30 in the morning has its’ advantages and disadvantages. Granted, most people wouldn’t purposely choose to be up, let alone walking their dogs at 4:30 in the morning. But because of our schedules, Mitch works a very early shift and me trying to fit everything in, walking the dogs at that time is the most convenient. Particularly since I haven’t showered and put on any makeup yet (I’m pretty scary without makeup).
One of the advantages to walking the dogs very early in the morning is that it is pretty unlikely to meet other walkers with or without dogs. No one else wants to lose their precious slumber time. So we’re pretty much alone making our early morning jaunt a pleasant walk. I can pretend that we’re walking along in some remote wilderness instead of the city suburbs. The tiny little city we live in has very few street lights making the walk mostly in the dark with most of the illuminations coming from people with porch lights left on overnight. Another plus- no traffic. No one else is up yet, so no cars to worry about. Once in a while the paper man will cross our path, but only if he’s running late.
It’s a lot cooler in the morning, which is much easier on the dogs, especially after this summer. This summer has been a blast furnace with temperatures in the 100’s most days and mornings haven’t been much cooler. So walking at 4:30 definitely has been much more tolerable.
One of the disadvantages to walking the dogs in the dark, is I can’t see any spider webs until I walk into one and this year there has been an abundance of spider webs stretching from the tree branches to the ground. It’s probably a good thing no one else is around to witness me flaying my arms around trying to get the sticky strands off my face and rubbing my head searching for unwanted guests, while still holding the leashes in one hand. Occasionally I let out a shriek too, just for good measure. The dogs jerk around looking for the intruder or intruders ready for fight or flight. I’ve even made Charlie growl ready to kill something.
Though there are no other people out, we are not alone. We often cross paths with raccoons, opossums and deer. We’ve heard some strange sounds in the woods around us that have made the dogs stop, perk up their ears and move in the opposite direction to the noise. I’m not sure what animal made the cries and I’m sure that I want to meet it in the dark. I have learned to constantly scan the area ahead and to watch the dogs and their behavior. If their ears are up and are very alert, sniffing the air or straining on the leashes I know something else is out there. I’ve been caught off guard too many times in the past. Nothing like having your shoulders ripped out of the sockets.
The biggest minus to walking in the predawn hours is running across the crazies. What is it about the dark and the crazies? I have a neighbor that comes out of his house to water the plants, pick up the paper or get his mail from the day before in various stages of undress. More undress than dress. One time he was wearing a very short sarong to unload plants out of the back of his truck. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Walking upon a naked man watering his plants at 5:00 am is not the way to start your day. I have since changed my route in the morning because of it.
But all in all, after weighing all of pluses and minuses, I wouldn’t change the time of our walking routine for a minute, maybe only the location (somewhere on the beach, in the mountains or the booger woods).
The Great Bathroom Remodel – Part 752
Well the first coat of paint is finally on the walls, which means that really soon the sinks can go in and the mirrors installed along with the lights above the sinks. Mitch and Paul applied most of the first coat of paint for me while I was at work. But they got concerned that the color was too dark and stopped until I got home from work. I think that they just needed a beer break and paint color was a good excuse. The color is perfect. I think they just aren’t used to chocolate milk. That is what the color is close to. I showed Mitch that the color is great, by setting one of the cabinet doors next to the wall. It looked really good. He still isn’t convinced but he’s hunoring me.
I’m hoping he’ll fall in love with it after all is said and done, or at least in like with it.
Summer and Cicadas
The sound of the Cicada serenade conjures up images of sitting on the porch with friends and family sipping a cold drink, enjoying the summertime evenings. (For most people) that is. Not me. The sound of Cicadas mean a totally different summer ritual.
I walk the dogs every morning at 4:30 while it’s still dark. Yes I know at 4:30 it’s dark, but there’s a reason I mention that it’s dark. And you’re wondering what walking the dogs at 4:30 has to do with Cicadas, well let me explain.
I discovered quite by accident and pure disgust by the way that my dogs love to eat Cicadas. One early morning I was walking Buddy, our yellow lab, when all of a sudden he jerked the leash toward something large on the ground and grabbed it in his mouth and chomped down. As he snatched it up in his mouth, I heard this sound that sounded like a thousand bees buzzing at once then crunch. As I realized what Buddy had just eaten, my stomach turned over and I thought for a second that I was going to vomit. I thought for sure that he would spit the bug out, because it had to taste absolutely nasty. Obviously not, he loved the taste.
After many Cicadas had been consumed by Buddy, I started to lose the queasy feeling every time he ate one and actually started to help him find them. We currently have three dogs, and all of them love the taste of Cicadas. So every morning on our walks, as we get close to street lights, I start walking around in circles looking for Cicadas resting on the street so the dogs can eat a bug. Charlie gets really excited and watches me for any telltale sign of a Cicada so he can rush over and snatch it up before AJ can get to it.
Thank god no one else walks at the same time in the morning, because anyone that watched us would think I was totally nuts.
Summer Sizzles
It’s been as hot a summer as it was as cold a winter last winter, comparatively. I’ve discovered that I don’t handle the heat as well as in the past. I’ve never handled the cold well though. There was a ton of snow and the cold lingered on and wouldn’t go away. Even the dogs got tired of the cold and lingering snow. We couldn’t wait for summer, everyone kept saying, “I promise not to complain when it gets hot.”
We didn’t get to enjoy spring this year. It was short lived and not very pleasant weather wise. Too much rain each time it rained. And I realized the other day that the year is half over and another winter is coming. We could use some rain and hopefully the heat wave will subside a bit, but I’m not ready for winter. And as far as I’m concerned, fall can wait a bit before it shows up. The days move too fast. At work each day you can’t wait til quitin’ time, one day closer to Friday and on Friday you can’t wait til it’s Saturday. A never ending cycle. I found myself wishing my life away. And I’m too old to be wishing away what time’s left. (I’m not that old, but too old to be wishing it away.)
So even though it’s hotter than hades right now, I’m not wishing for winter.


