Safe and Sound

Daddy took the duct tape and rope and recoverd the Scotty against the rain until I can work things out. Hopefully we'll have no more terrible wind storms.

We must have been quite a sight yesterday as we set out to lunch, Daddy (81), Mom (73), John (71 with Parkinsons) and me 46 and in walker with a stars and stripes cast and a tie died shirt and just generally unkempt......but we had a good time at the restaurant and enjoyed laughing with each other. The funny thing was, there was also another lady with halo on her leg and a walker, and yet another lady with crutches, and finally a lady with one of those fancy rollater walker thingies. We all smiled and wave at each other, and for my part, I was glad to see other people with infirmities.

We discussed the dog carting project and my life time of stubborness has paid off, no one really argued about the wisdom of buying a dog cart. Mom is hoping that the cart will capture my imagination and I will abandon the Scotty. In fact, I did offer the Scotty to anyone who would come in a build me some really nice kennels, but everyone just wants to buy it and then I'd have no Scotty and no kennels.

Parental Unit Visit

Actually, I adore my parents. They are bringing up my old treadmill so I can rehab a dog's leg (and work out my future carting dogs but they don't know about that part just yet) and 3 bales of straw-I am going to make straw bale planters. I really need to get this stupid cast off so I can get on with my projects.

We are also going to delve into the Scotty before covering it back up-Mom's going to decide if she can do the recovering of the cushions-or even if we really need to do that-they really are pretty much ok.

But, the cammo curtains have to go.

Lesson from Mother Nature

I'm rolling by the snake pens when I can't help but notice that Elvis is smashing his head repeatedly against the water dish. Now I've been doing a lot of that lately so I pretty much know how he feels. You DO realize I am speaking metaphorically?

So I pull up to observe and he proceeds to smashing head on into his rocks-then I heard a squishy noise and I realized he was cracky his old skin in order to begin his shed. Maybe that's how I do it too....

Lawd lawd lawd

Someone pooped on the floor and I can't find the enzyme bottle

Lawd lawd lawd

The cat went out and hasn't come back

Lawd lawd lawd

I'm too old and lazy to contend with labs

Lawd lawd lawd

Berners die in 8-10 years

Lawd lawd lawd

I'm too cheap to pay for a lawnservice

Lawd lawd lawd

A riding mower won't fit in the back yard

Lawd lawd lawd

I say lawd lawd lawd

Lawd Lawd Lawd

It aint easy, oh lawd, to be me........

Time I I I Me is on my side

Today is a day to work on work stuff and not try to reinvent the wheel. The problem is, there is so much I want to DO and so many ideas I have and so little time and so little money....There is the whole thing about being realistic. Damn, I hate being grown up.

My goodness

I am really spinning my wheels. Should I refurb the trailer or trade it for a riding lawnmower? Should I buy labradors to drive my sulky or greyhounds? Should I live the simple life in the country in a mobile home or live in an urban condo? Sometimes there are just too many choices.

hmmmm

There just doesn't seem to be an overabundance of people willing to work on vintage trailers and I don't want to haul the Scotty to another town. I may actually have to do some phone calls....horrors.