where I'd been lying awake , trembling and shivering despite the pile of quilts and comforters covering me in that little cozy womb of a room just off of the kitchen. Still quite dark in there at 6:30 where i groggily sleepily woke. OH Man, how am i going to get back into East Coast time zone?
I threw on my sweatshirt and warm socks over my pj's and went to stand on the porch. I can tell it's not cold out....but fall has definitely arrived.
I have a busy day planned for myself. The cedar tree is shedding sticky sappy pods and needles in "abundency" ( i think i might have just made that word up) all over the deck and the wind has whipped up a blanket of oak leaves all over the back yard. So, I'll be revving up the leaf blower at a more reasonable time.
Tonight I'm going to Linda and Kim's for BBQ and plan on arriving with a bag full of plums and pears for them. Yesterday I picked enough tomatoes to cover the bottom of a large rectangular clothes basket , much more than i could eat before they go bad so will be roasting them and jarring them up in olive oil and garlic and basil....Mary and Al can use them to spread on toast or in salads or cook them into sauce or use in salsa.
I vacuumed out the car as much as possible before the charge ran down so I'll finish that today and, I want to wash the floors in the house too.
The pit bull was here yesterday, and the little cat. She's small, she's always hunting and in for a big surprise when Burke and Sully come home in about a week. I've tried shusshing her away she runs about ten feet then stops and looks at me and cries. Really I don't know why I keep thinking its a she, maybe because she's so tiny.
The dog on the other hand is definitely, dangerously ( for him) male. Whoever owns him is not taking care of having him fixed so he'll stop roaming and also not fixing his bum back leg/hip. He appeared in the meadow when I went to the orchard. I do a lap every day, the garden, the orchard the pond and the path. Well he came galloping toward me grinning from one flapping ear to the other, tongue hanging out , powerful, joyously and goofy as a young dog can be. As I walked through the meadow toward the pond he ran great big loops around me, and followed me to the pond where he took a swim and then ran back and forth from one side to the other thundering across the deck till he stopped and rolled over on his back exposing his stomach to me. I like him. And felt shitty to leave him with a pat on the head on the outside of the gate. But he's got to go home. He must have one. He's in great condition other than the leg and obeys commands. Sometimes if I come up the driveway I see him in the rear view mirror bolting out of Sue's yard where he must play with her little dogs and following me into the yard. Last week I thought I had "gotten rid of him" (for lack of a better way of putting it). I walked him to the store and left him there, hoping his owner or someone who knows him or wanted him would take him home.
Erin will be here Tuesday. So I'm saving my Bald Rock hike till she's here. Maybe we will go to Buck's Lake too and try to find that trail that goes round the lake. I'd like to bring her to the farmer's market on Saturday if it's still running. And make taco's for Larry and the Bybee's and the Sykes who have all been so nice to me this summer. Wish I could think of something for Lisa and Porky, but they have everything! I just thought, you know, they're always helping people out and wish I could do something for them. Without charge you know.
Well, its 8. the Garden and the Pond are calling me. I poured a little plaster into a print by the pond yesterday. I never did that before so im not sure if i did it right. a wide print with 4 big round toes then a high arch or space between the ball and the back heel. No claws. So I don't think it was a bear. Maybe a dog in the soft mud. But anyway, I'm hoping the plaster comes out and I'll tell Fran its a big foot print..... ...... ( hehehehhehehehehe) sometimes I do practical jokes.
hey I think I hear a truck in the driveway. gonna run.
Love and miss ya
mom/sal
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