Weekend.

Worn out this evening. It's the kind of tired that comes from getting a lot accomplished over the last couple of days. Still in pain, and I feel more pain coming, but I'm good.

I've planted all of my bulbs in the front garden, except for the ones I purchased this evening. Flower seed packets are scattered on the dining room table. There are large bags of potting soil in the Mudroom.

Have run errands in stages. Running them in three phases is easier than trying to do everything in one trip. Now, it's all done and I can relax. Took two days, and did it all. Groceries, bookstore, library, haircut, dollar store, and a couple rides. 

The house is rearranged, making it easier to get around.
Two new lamps with forty watt bulbs are easier on my eyes than the harsh overhead lighting. Record albums are close by the record player, as are the CDs. Yes, I still play records. Chairs are in locations which will not bark my shins. The printer is now in a location that will not jar me when it fires up.

Finally organized the toolbox. I had them scattered between the box and several baskets. They were sitting all over the kitchen floor, and had been there since the day I moved in. Not many, but they needed to be put away, and a permanent home.

Did my grocery shopping with a friend this evening. As if the cart wasn't completely full, I got waylaid by the Girl Scouts on the way out the door. Five boxes later, I managed my escape. So, if anyone comes over, guess what they'll be snacking on? I'm sure not eating them, too many calories and fat. Still, nice to have them on hand. Oh, and I'm entered in some drawing where the prize is five cases of those suckers. Hope I don't win...

Six years ago today, I adopted Demeter. She was a tiny ball of fluff, starved, covered in hundreds of ticks. For almost a year, she would swipe food from  the table, my plate, the counters and even the stove. She was terrified of not having anything available to eat. It took years before she finally understood that she would never, ever go hungry. 

The only thing that she ever destroyed was the puppy training book. Oh, and a few pairs of pants being worn by one of my youngest son's friends. While he was wearing them. He took awhile to learn his manners. There is certain behavior that she will not tolerate, ever. Aggression by humans, fighting, etc are things she puts an immediate stop to. No, she did not hurt him, not even a scratch. Well, she did hurt his pride.

She's amazingly clever. She understands commands in three languages. Rarely breaks a rule. Affectionate, loyal, funny. Adores her stuffed babies, and usually puts them back in their basket when she's done playing with them. Won't eat strawberries, loves roast beef more than any other food. She's precious to me.

Tonight, she's fussing about going out. There's a little dog in the neighborhood that she made friends with. She wants to play with it. Never mind that it's dark out, and late, and raining. He can wiggle through the fence, and does. She just wants to romp and get muddy. 

So, she's in the backyard. Having fun. She'll come in and I'll towel her off as she prances around, telling me in her own way of the adventure she had.

I can feel my joints crying, the weather is damp and temps are dropping. They'll hurt more before the weather improves. Took Advil instead of a pain pill. Not helping at all.

Think I'll head to bed.....