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July 30 On the desperate edge of some impulse!Some impulse, but I'm not yet sure what. - But, by the time I get around to actually being on the edge of it, it will no longer be an impulse, it will be a much thought out idea. The thing is I'm really not that much good at being impulsive, I get the urge to be, but then the realisation kicks in that I will have to live wiith the reality of the impulse, and so I carefully think through all of the impulsive options instead. Boring aren't I? One of these days I will go mad and do something extraordinarily whacky and suprise myself....or maybe I would do well to have a think about that.
July 26 A sad dayThis afternoon our dear little Betsy dog died, up until a few weeks ago she had no idea that she was an ancient of 17, she still had a spring in her step and a great appetite for life. She was a feisty liitle dog who gave us years of pleasure and amusement. We got her in 1996 from a rescue centre, she was already an adult dog and a very serious little mutt to boot. Poor Betsy had no idea what it was to be a family dog, she just did her own thing and was almost aloof, then she found tummy tickles and regular meals and oodles of love and over time she came to see her loving family as being her absolute right, and into it she gave her own love and trust in equal measure. We will miss you so much little doggie. XXX July 25 I WILL go to the ball!The 'bairn' and her dad are having a pumpkin race. They are now the size of electric light bulbs and seem to be expanding daily. It is really nice to have something planted in the garden that you can nearly watch growing, to my mind the thing against gardening is the slow progression of anything planted, the tedious wait, then when the jolly thing does grow, so do a million weeds around it. I could never see the theraputic value of the garden. It's just a frustrating hotch potch of tedium which turns into a raging torrent of weeds. And we all know what weeds mean, weeds mean WORK!
Had the best email ever from my novice emailing sister the other evening. I had sent her a link to something I thought might interest her and she replied with a thank you and a comment on her day:- 'G came for lunch and I did three dogs feet'. It's important to say that my sister is a trained dog groomer, not a Korean chef. She will soon learn where everything is on the keyboard. ie punctuation marks. |
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