Still Life on Fridge?
Joan was giving my new camera a workout.
The sun shone most of the day. I was out early, loading our sick dog into the back of the half-ton to take her to the vet, one last time. I could barely force myself to go through the motions, but had to. Sat out in the truck afterward and had a little weep, then carried on.
Picked up two gallons of honey from my trusty supplier. Cath, one is for you, so don't buy any.
Took a loaf of bread over to Uncle Pete. Found out he was overseas for six years during the Second World War. Aunt Irene's funeral is on Thursday.
Went and saw Grandma. The aides said her new clothes all fit and looked so cute they called her Doris Day and she thought that was funny.
Stopped at the Co-op for groceries and dog food. Bought a chicken salad wrap for lunch.
Thought about visiting Cara and the kids for a few minutes but figured sympathy might get me started again. My niece has a soft spot for dogs and knew Chloe was a sweetheart.
Headed down the highway toward home. The sun still shone, so I made a U-turn and backtracked to the greenhouse, and picked up another tray of plants: a castor bean, a rayflower, some yellow daisies, some pink ones, some oregano, some gazanias. Cathy I almost bought a blue centurea but talked myself out of it. Don't ask me why. Should've got it. Gave the last bite of the chicken wrap to a miniature pug who came to see me while I perused the trees and bushes on display.
Jiggity Jog.
Worked at the computer; took short breaks every hour to pull dandelions out of the flower garden and transplant volunteer violas to the front.
Starving, ate, zonked, off to bed with my books.
