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Am at home in Melrose.
Using parents' computer, which was mine lo these many years ago. It's not a bad computer. The modem is, well, a modem.
Can't put anything online from my computer, so I cannot put up any pictures of Scout-- she is now 35 pounds, instead of the 25 she was in those photos. She is also inexpressibly cuter with her mama and papa. Katy wrestles with her, and Adam cuddles her extensively. Last night the entire population of the house wound up sitting on the kitchen floor because the dog was there. And the dog, exhausted from her long trip (it's stressful for even a gregarious and outgoing dog to fly, because she has to be in a little box, and that makes her sad), fell asleep on Adam's legs, sprawled on her back with her head tucked under herself like a turkey.
She's just so cute.
So far we have three of the four sisters home. Add in the husband (Katy's) and the boyfriend (mine), and it does add up to quite a full house. We went out last night and ate at the Troy Brew Pub, and I will recommend their grilled flank steak to anybody. Mmm. Also, they have excellent beer. All of the beers.
Anyhow. My fingers are too cold to type. I slept down in the playroom (a little addition off the living room, formerly reserved for toys and the sewing machine), and was pounced three times by Scout who thought my presence there on a low bed was a remarkable treat. (Slobber.)
Oh, yesterday was Opening Day of deer season. I know I wrote a long post not long ago about how hunting is all in all a good thing, but I had failed to mention the huge, huge downside: people see our No Trespassing signs and happily ignore them. They come up from New Jersey or wherever, and they go out behind our house and drink twelve beers, and then they shoot anything that moves.
We don't go for walks at dawn or dusk, or morning or evening. We go out in mid-day only, with bright orange vests and reflective yellow strips. When we had horses, we put orange halters on them. Because those jokes about the hunter coming up to the farmer and proudly showing him the "deer" he'd shot, and saying he hadn't realized deer came with black and white spots on them (as the farmer faints at the sight of his prize Holstein heifer tied to the roof rack)....
Not jokes. It happens.
Sigh.
Using parents' computer, which was mine lo these many years ago. It's not a bad computer. The modem is, well, a modem.
Can't put anything online from my computer, so I cannot put up any pictures of Scout-- she is now 35 pounds, instead of the 25 she was in those photos. She is also inexpressibly cuter with her mama and papa. Katy wrestles with her, and Adam cuddles her extensively. Last night the entire population of the house wound up sitting on the kitchen floor because the dog was there. And the dog, exhausted from her long trip (it's stressful for even a gregarious and outgoing dog to fly, because she has to be in a little box, and that makes her sad), fell asleep on Adam's legs, sprawled on her back with her head tucked under herself like a turkey.
She's just so cute.
So far we have three of the four sisters home. Add in the husband (Katy's) and the boyfriend (mine), and it does add up to quite a full house. We went out last night and ate at the Troy Brew Pub, and I will recommend their grilled flank steak to anybody. Mmm. Also, they have excellent beer. All of the beers.
Anyhow. My fingers are too cold to type. I slept down in the playroom (a little addition off the living room, formerly reserved for toys and the sewing machine), and was pounced three times by Scout who thought my presence there on a low bed was a remarkable treat. (Slobber.)
Oh, yesterday was Opening Day of deer season. I know I wrote a long post not long ago about how hunting is all in all a good thing, but I had failed to mention the huge, huge downside: people see our No Trespassing signs and happily ignore them. They come up from New Jersey or wherever, and they go out behind our house and drink twelve beers, and then they shoot anything that moves.
We don't go for walks at dawn or dusk, or morning or evening. We go out in mid-day only, with bright orange vests and reflective yellow strips. When we had horses, we put orange halters on them. Because those jokes about the hunter coming up to the farmer and proudly showing him the "deer" he'd shot, and saying he hadn't realized deer came with black and white spots on them (as the farmer faints at the sight of his prize Holstein heifer tied to the roof rack)....
Not jokes. It happens.
Sigh.
