A Well-Deserved Rest
I think I might be overworking my poor husband. At my request, on Friday he put together a huge light fixture (the kind that comes with assembly required and lots of individual pieces) and hung it in the kitchen. Then later that afternoon I dragged him out to dinner and after that to the Sunrise Theater in Fort Pierce to see Three Irish Tenors. The three tenors turned out to be five young men who formed the group called Druid. Their music and harmony was incredible. I clapped, stomped and sang along. When I glanced over at Wayne . .
When You’re in Too Much of a Hurry
I was running late yesterday morning for my Bible Study class. Filled with purpose, I jumped into my car, revved up the engine, and backed out of the garage . . .
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Talk about the luck of the Irish! Read more
Giving Thanks
Wayne and I had Thanksgiving dinner with dear friends on Sunday evening. We gathered at the home of Anita and Alan Greenstein to celebrate the life of Minda Butler, who we all loved so dearly . You might remember from my February 9 blog posting that Minda succumbed to cancer February 6.
Read more
An Early Weekend
Our good friends, Bob and Joan McKeon, (note dedication for Back on Blossom Street), are stopping by today. Wayne and I are planning to take them on a boat ride down the Indian River–that is, unless the dolphins and manatees decide to visit us, and in that case we'll stick around to watch them frolic! Naturally, Joan and I will spend time in my yarn room.
Not a Happy Puppy
Bogie was in to see the veterinarian yesterday to be "fixed." He is not a happy puppy about this. It was almost as if he knew what was about to happen to him. Wayne took him in, and Bogie gave him the big, brown-eyed look that said, “Are you really comfortable knowing what they are going to do to me?” Wayne has been feeling guilty all afternoon. Bogie hasn’t moved around a lot today and is walking—shall we say—gingerly, this afternoon. Poor sweetheart. Read more
More Classes for Bogie and Me
Bogie and I are back in obedience classes. The dog is a marvel. His teacher sat on the floor and talked to him, eyeball-to-eyeball, and Bogie did everything she asked. I sit down with him, eyeball-to-eyeball, and he ignores my every command, licks my face, then runs off with my shoe.
I love, love, this dog, but it’s time for me to learn how to be a loving dog owner and one Bogie cannot ignore. I’m afraid we have our work cut out for us!
A Fish Story
It’s been a crazy, whirlwind weekend with Wayne ‘s brother, Chuck, and his wife, Karen, visiting. The guys went fishing, and, naturally, we girls headed for the big sale at the Mall. Karen and I had a fabulous time and brought home several items.
Read more