rainy sunday morning
Good morning. Raining. The rain started yesterday. We have new weather now - colder. All the windows are shut and I was chilly in bed last night till Dave got there. I thought about turning the furnace on but didn't. Rainy does not like the rain at all. House training is that much harder with her when it's raining. It seems she really makes no distinction between outside and inside but she prefers the comfort of an inside toilet. Praising her when she goes outside doesn't make her want her to earn more praise in that department - so far. I just now came in from standing out in the rain for a half hour with her. I know she wants to go but she's holding it cause she doesn't want to do it in the rain. So she's in her crate while I write this. I'll give her another try after I warm up - and she warms up. Maybe this would be a good time to try out the sweater I got her.
It's been a few days since I wrote here (last Tuesday). Taking pictures really helps me want to post something on here - otherwise I can just write in my paper journal. Here's some pictures I took last night of the few morning glories we have this year. I didn't plant them. They were just volunteers in the pot I planted zinnias in. They did okay with growing their vines but never had any flowers till now - so late in the season. The few flowers they have are out at the very top tip of the vine on the roof edge.
Last of the season - things are starting to brown off. This is the time of year I like to get some hardy mums. I will do that soon.
Jan and I hiked on Wednesday on a new (to us) trail at Two Mile called the Trefoil Trail. It was nice - about 2 miles long. It was a new way to get to the dam. It was really hot on Wednesday so we quit after the 2 miles but I can imagine adding another trail to that one and making it a bigger day now that it is getting cooler.
I still have no car to drive. There was a leak in the overflow tank so they replaced that but now there is a leak somewhere else. Discouraging. Dave is thinking head gasket. I'm thinking new car.
On Thursday I think I broke my little toe. It was very stupid how it happened. I had gone into my room (Rainy's preferred bathroom) to get something and then came back out to the living room and sat down. Noticed the smell of dog poop. On my shoe! Took my shoes off and was in the process of cleaning up the floor where I had walked, all stooped over and not noticing where I was going when I hit my little toe on the corner of the hallway wall. I heard a crack in the toe. There was swelling and bruising and a little blood seeped out of the nail. So now I'm limping around with that, plus the heel spur. Geesh. I go to my family doctor next week so I'm thinking I might finally tell him about the heel spur. I think it is a heel spur anyway. I avoid telling him things cause I just don't want to go to all the trouble of treatment sometimes. But maybe it's time to deal with it - make sure that's what it is.
On Friday I thought I would take it easy and was crocheting on the back porch with my foot up but then I started to feel guilty cause Dave was over next door by himself with the chainsaw clearing and burning brush in the old goat yard. So I put on my hiking shoes (more protection for my toe) and went to help him. I really over did it and that night my foot hurt so badly I couldn't sleep. Usually I don't mind Milo sleeping with me. He sleeps on the edge of the bed to my right. His preferred place is under my arm. For some reason Skye wanted to sleep by my feet that night too. With all the tossing and turning I was doing cause of my foot hurting I just did not want the cats bothering me that night. So of course every time I pushed them off they came back in 2 minutes. Why?! Over and over. Terrible night.
Here's a couple pictures of progress in the old goat yard:
Dave built the fire in the middle so we wouldn't have so far to carry everything. He's nearly half way done now. This shows the side of the old pasture that is mostly clear. That little old shed used to belong to my brother John but it is a wreck now. It will need torn down.
You can barely see my old goat shed. It's getting all over grown around it. I gave the goat shed to the grandboys a few years ago but they have had no interest in it. Next year my plan is to take it back and fix it up again. I won't put up a tent next spring and will just move back into the goat shed for my summer getaway place.
On Saturday Dave and I went to a funeral - a teacher that Dave had worked with. After the funeral we had lunch with Chloe at Double Play, a bar/restaurant in Oil City. It was somewhere I had never been before but it is a favorite of Chloe's. I had the fried fish basket and liked it. Chloe had the white pizza - her favorite. So now I know of another place to eat when we are in Oil City. Came home. Glad now that it was raining so I could rest. We watched the movie "Tully" about a mother suffering from postpartum depression last night. I liked it. Had a twist at the end that was satisfying.
It's been a few days since I wrote here (last Tuesday). Taking pictures really helps me want to post something on here - otherwise I can just write in my paper journal. Here's some pictures I took last night of the few morning glories we have this year. I didn't plant them. They were just volunteers in the pot I planted zinnias in. They did okay with growing their vines but never had any flowers till now - so late in the season. The few flowers they have are out at the very top tip of the vine on the roof edge.
Last of the season - things are starting to brown off. This is the time of year I like to get some hardy mums. I will do that soon.
Jan and I hiked on Wednesday on a new (to us) trail at Two Mile called the Trefoil Trail. It was nice - about 2 miles long. It was a new way to get to the dam. It was really hot on Wednesday so we quit after the 2 miles but I can imagine adding another trail to that one and making it a bigger day now that it is getting cooler.
I still have no car to drive. There was a leak in the overflow tank so they replaced that but now there is a leak somewhere else. Discouraging. Dave is thinking head gasket. I'm thinking new car.
On Thursday I think I broke my little toe. It was very stupid how it happened. I had gone into my room (Rainy's preferred bathroom) to get something and then came back out to the living room and sat down. Noticed the smell of dog poop. On my shoe! Took my shoes off and was in the process of cleaning up the floor where I had walked, all stooped over and not noticing where I was going when I hit my little toe on the corner of the hallway wall. I heard a crack in the toe. There was swelling and bruising and a little blood seeped out of the nail. So now I'm limping around with that, plus the heel spur. Geesh. I go to my family doctor next week so I'm thinking I might finally tell him about the heel spur. I think it is a heel spur anyway. I avoid telling him things cause I just don't want to go to all the trouble of treatment sometimes. But maybe it's time to deal with it - make sure that's what it is.
On Friday I thought I would take it easy and was crocheting on the back porch with my foot up but then I started to feel guilty cause Dave was over next door by himself with the chainsaw clearing and burning brush in the old goat yard. So I put on my hiking shoes (more protection for my toe) and went to help him. I really over did it and that night my foot hurt so badly I couldn't sleep. Usually I don't mind Milo sleeping with me. He sleeps on the edge of the bed to my right. His preferred place is under my arm. For some reason Skye wanted to sleep by my feet that night too. With all the tossing and turning I was doing cause of my foot hurting I just did not want the cats bothering me that night. So of course every time I pushed them off they came back in 2 minutes. Why?! Over and over. Terrible night.
Here's a couple pictures of progress in the old goat yard:
Dave built the fire in the middle so we wouldn't have so far to carry everything. He's nearly half way done now. This shows the side of the old pasture that is mostly clear. That little old shed used to belong to my brother John but it is a wreck now. It will need torn down.
You can barely see my old goat shed. It's getting all over grown around it. I gave the goat shed to the grandboys a few years ago but they have had no interest in it. Next year my plan is to take it back and fix it up again. I won't put up a tent next spring and will just move back into the goat shed for my summer getaway place.
On Saturday Dave and I went to a funeral - a teacher that Dave had worked with. After the funeral we had lunch with Chloe at Double Play, a bar/restaurant in Oil City. It was somewhere I had never been before but it is a favorite of Chloe's. I had the fried fish basket and liked it. Chloe had the white pizza - her favorite. So now I know of another place to eat when we are in Oil City. Came home. Glad now that it was raining so I could rest. We watched the movie "Tully" about a mother suffering from postpartum depression last night. I liked it. Had a twist at the end that was satisfying.