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bigmacbear) wrote2005-07-25 03:40 pm
bigmacbear) wrote2005-07-25 03:40 pm
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Dogwash
Little Brandy has been itchy lately and, though she'd just had a bath a week or so ago, hadn't had her medicine. So I gave her a chewy treat for heartworm, then later a brushing and a bath, topped off with a squirt of flea killer on her back. The chewy treat went over rather well, surprisingly, but she knows when bath time rolls around and is quick to run away. At the moment she's napping on the bed.
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gmjambear is out like the proverbial light, having not slept well overnight and needing some relief from runny nose, coughing and hacking. So the place is pretty quiet.
I spent Saturday organizing clothes and sorting out those which no longer fit or are otherwise not worth schlepping across country when moving day comes (this fall or next winter). I'll probably go through another round of closet-clearing once I tackle the papers that are blocking access to the far end of my closet.
Saturday evening we went out for dinner and CD shopping. Gary picked up a Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville duet and also the extended film soundtrack from West Side Story, while I grabbed the Celtic Woman CD after hearing snippets on commercials over and over again. The arrangements are lush and the voices are heavenly, even if the package is a bit overcommercialized.
Sunday evening Gary had begun feeling under the weather and chose to stay home while I went off to church and the rector of the parish where we meet, Rev. Michael Hopkins, former president of Integrity USA, said the Mass. Afterwards we tried to finish off the ice cream from last week's ice cream social, then went for dinner at a sidewalk cafe called the Big Apple. Our organist was on the lookout for shirtless men running down the street, but the first time he yelled "Shirt alert!" he immediately followed up with a "false alarm". Having checked out the gentleman he was pointing out -- a tall, red-bearded forty-something who had pulled his T-shirt up off his chest and arms and allowed it to dangle around his neck -- I responded "What do you mean, false alarm? WOOF!"
gmjambear is out like the proverbial light, having not slept well overnight and needing some relief from runny nose, coughing and hacking. So the place is pretty quiet.I spent Saturday organizing clothes and sorting out those which no longer fit or are otherwise not worth schlepping across country when moving day comes (this fall or next winter). I'll probably go through another round of closet-clearing once I tackle the papers that are blocking access to the far end of my closet.
Saturday evening we went out for dinner and CD shopping. Gary picked up a Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville duet and also the extended film soundtrack from West Side Story, while I grabbed the Celtic Woman CD after hearing snippets on commercials over and over again. The arrangements are lush and the voices are heavenly, even if the package is a bit overcommercialized.
Sunday evening Gary had begun feeling under the weather and chose to stay home while I went off to church and the rector of the parish where we meet, Rev. Michael Hopkins, former president of Integrity USA, said the Mass. Afterwards we tried to finish off the ice cream from last week's ice cream social, then went for dinner at a sidewalk cafe called the Big Apple. Our organist was on the lookout for shirtless men running down the street, but the first time he yelled "Shirt alert!" he immediately followed up with a "false alarm". Having checked out the gentleman he was pointing out -- a tall, red-bearded forty-something who had pulled his T-shirt up off his chest and arms and allowed it to dangle around his neck -- I responded "What do you mean, false alarm? WOOF!"
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Hope all is going well.
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