I love rain and wind and thunderstorms, but I tend to become a hermit when those weather conditions are playing outside my window. When I say I LOVE bad weather, it doesn’t mean I want to be out IN it – I just want to snuggle down in a comfy chair and watch it . . . and listen to it . . . and sometimes, when the thunder is really close, even feel it!
We’ve had at least a week of the wet, windy and cold stuff here on the Island, so I’ve had plenty of chances to exercise my hermit-ism. Why, I didn’t even go to church Sunday, kissing Ted goodbye as he biked off into fog and mist so thick he disappeared before he got past the first light post of our yard.
I spent my Sunday reading, writing, and making up my “things-to-do” list for the next 18 days. How in this world I thought we had 4 more weeks before we leave is beyond me, but I sure did mis-count the calendar days. We leave two weeks from THIS COMING Friday – I just added in a week that doesn’t exist somehow. But, that’s ok. When we walk out the door that day there will be checks next to each item on my list . . . . . or not! As long as we don’t forget Maddie and Bear – or each other – we’ll be ok.
Speaking of Bear (and yes, I know I’m rambling tonight), he hasn’t had a good week. When I picked him up from the groomer’s a couple of weeks ago, they showed me where they had clipped him too close on one side of his behind. A little niggling thought ran through my brain . . . . “if they nicked him, he’s going to get a hot spot”. . . and sure enough, a few days later I discovered him viciously biting and licking the spot – by then raw and oozing. I was not a happy camper, but thank goodness (and because he was just getting over a hot spot when we left Georgia almost six months ago) I came prepared with medication, just in case. So we started treating it immediately, but even with that it’s taken a week to get it under control – a week with him in a plastic “halo” to keep his mouth away from it, a week of keeping us awake as that same halo knocked up against the bed or the dresser every time he moved, a week of treating a wound that I know really hurt when touched, but which he stoically stood and let me “doctor”.
One funny thing (well, funny to the humans, not necessarily to Bear) did come out of the hot spot ordeal. I had purchased hair clippers to bring with me this year because the first part of treating a hot spot is to shave the hair off of it and for at least an inch around it. I quickly discovered I was no good with clippers, so when I took Bear out for a walk that afternoon, I stopped in at the Grand stable and asked Ben if he had some clippers. “Sure,” he said. A few minutes later he walked out with a pair of clippers big enough to shave the rump of one of the Grand’s Percherons.
The clippers were bigger than Bear’s whole head! But, with me holding Bear, and Ben being the barber, Bear now has a really funky haircut on his behind.
This afternoon I finally ventured out and walked to town. I took some photos, did a little sale shopping, and stopped by at the bookstore to put the final details (with Jill) on our road trip to see Lowell and Faye.
Ok . . . enough rambling, I’m going to close and go pack my little bag and get ready for our trip. It has to be a LITTLE bag because Jill is taking half her stuff home to Lansing for the winter so she won’t have to take it all in one trip. So – Lansing Wednesday night, lunch with Lowell and Faye Thursday, and back on the Island Thursday evening.
I can almost promise that I won’t get the post written about our trip on Thursday night, but I WILL get it online sometime on Friday.
Gee – I hope Lowell and Faye are as excited as Jill and I are!