So here we go again. Everything is under control but only because I am following along by hanging onto it.
Three day ago the six of us (Paul and I, Spider, Sam, HarryIt, Karla) got all groomed and (except Karla) , packed up the car and trailer with plastic buckets filled with clean towels, rugs and linens and other sundries that we would use this summer and headed up north to Camp. Halfway there the brakes started groaning and grinding and the tarp started unraveling but we made it. Everything was in good shape except for a small hole in the corner of the Camper Trailer which meant that all lines that were there had to be taken home to be dried and that next trip up will be spent sealing the roof. Our fault as our daughter had been ragging at us to do that every year.
This was Karla’s first VACATION and all dogs knew that word except her. She didn’t even get excited when the suitcases were bring brought out. Once in the car she decided that she was to have the space between and behind the front buckets and sat and watched the scenery for 2.5 hours while all the others were asleep in their normal places. It was a learning experience for her completely so Paul and I never left them to go into town once we got there. We just ran over and borrowed our daughters stuff that we had forgotten. This was a good thing because even though we call Karla “Goofy” she ain’t so dumb. Just kind of klutzy. The first thing she did was push out one of the screens as I was walking by but she learned that that was a “no no” and I could use some suggestions as to how to keep that from happening again. Next she learned how to walk (while very excited about the new smells) in the woods. What fun to run around a tree with me running around calling her to come back so we could unwind. Then she learned that you poop when you are on a leash outside. At home I just open the door to the dog yard. This was all good practice for the Colorado Specialty coming up. She learned each of those things within an hour. Oh yes, she learned how six can sleep in a queen sized bed during a thunder storm in a tin can.
The way home the brakes were a bit louder but no one seemed to mine except us. It’s amazing how long 2.5 hours feels with grinding brakes. Luckily the camp is in the foothills of the Adirondacks and not the middle or other side and on the return the trailer was mostly full of laundry and not eaten food. There were more birds up there than I had ever heard. More bugs maybe? There sure were a lot of mosquitos! I even heard a thrush – my very favorite bird.
Everyone was happy to be home and attacked each other going through the door. My new insoles which help with the footsie pain a bit arrived in the mail and I started grooming Karla for the show. Not too hard because I had kept her up and I got everything done but her legs. I am NOT happy with her tail set. Of course you can’t see it because unless she is really excited about seeing Mr. Wabbit outside you can’t tell. It was amazing how much hair came out when I had stripped her down to nothing before. And as for her nails – I swear to you that I drew no blood but she screamed and acted like I was amputating her foot off.
Today I was lucky and got an appointment with my orthopedist who liked my insoles and took several standing xrays of my footsies and told me that my feet were built correctly, there were no broken bones any more and he couldn’t find one thing wrong and referred me to a podiatrist when I get back to the show. This is good news, but it is bad news. Then we went on to the Vets (Paul had to drive because it hurts to drive standard and I wasn’t going to drive that brakeless thing, and Karla was very brave and wagged her tail at all the other small and big dogs and wanted to play. She got her health certificate and clearance for heartworm and lyme and then slept on my lap all the way home. She’s still sleeping so I won’t tell her she has another grooming session tonight.
Meanwhile, I’m going to take a nap.
Summer… Wonderful weather here in upstate New York this year. I just can’t bring myself to start bringing in some income by putting my left-over store things on line. I did put some online in the beginning of June but then went up to our camp and put a message up that I was on vacation and forgot until yesterday to remove the message. People must think I take LONG vacations. But, too bad because I’m going on vacation next week again!
I’ve been working around the house (literally – because I did half of the front today) outside. I got a wonderful pair of grass clippers that run for at least three hours prior to having to recharge them so that I can trim several trees without hurting them. (The trees). I just remember to put on my knee pads and out I go. But, then I have to get the clippers to cut the suckers and a few of the lower brances so Billy can get under them to mow with his mower.
We live in a house that was built in 1887 so I assume that the trees were planted at the same time. They are huge and it breaks my heart to see branches come down or the trees themselves come down in a windstorm. The drumlin that we live on has always a breeze and when it blows, it blows. Earlier we lost a blue spruce to the wind, then a huge arbor vitae and a few branches from the black ash and the maples. Then the town of Huron came and removed several branches so they wouldn’t fall on wires which unbalanced them so that now more branches come down. But they are still lovely and I want to measure a maple and send it in to the record tree size place. This was a good start to the trimming this year.
So several weeks ago I started to work. I dead-headed the rhododendrum (which is about 10 foot tall). Is that what it is called? I know I am a deadhead. Well, it felt like I was picking apples and took two days, then I cut down all of the lilac bushes that were merged into the rhododendron and started using the electric trimmers on the yew beneath the windows which open out unless they are in the way. Unfortunately I thought the guard was the handle so that too care of working outside for a while with 6 slices down my left middle finger and a brace for the fracture.
All healed now, and forbidden to use the hedge clipper for a while by my husband I started removing the vines from the house. I started with the Virginia Creeper. I pulled and pulled until I was across the yard – I just couldn’t believe that they were around our upstairs windows and all over the roof on the screened in porch and up and down the white burch. Kind of fun to try to get them without breaking them. Then I went for the wild grape and felt like Tarzan’s Jane swinging on the arbor vitae. Even though it is a non-native species, I didn’t remove the ivy unless it covered the windows.
I clipped stray saplings and a few hedges and called my nephew to put everything in a pile. I think he will soon be rich.
For the front of the house I started with the cedar tree which is close to my office. My office used to be sunny and I really wanted it that way again so I clipped as high as I could then climbed out the bedroom window and stood on the porch roof to get the higher branches that were brushing the house. As long as I was up there I swept about three inches of dirt off (even found some earthworms!) and removed the moss. Tomorrow I will the tackle the forsythia covering another of my office windows. Again I have called in the troops to help put branches and vines in a pile.
Last week I had trimmed the grass under my climbing rose bush because it had started sprouting all over and I wanted to save as many sprouts as I could.
My daughter brought over morning glories and spread them under horse manure around two tree trunks so I have been busy watering the “green spaghetti”.
Meanwhile I started to move my wicker that should be sold to the second story of my barn and spotted a tiny kitten but couldn’t catch it! I’ve been putting out food but we have so many hawks that I am pretty sad. Especially since we had to put our cat Cady down for kidney stones that very same day.
All this, of course, means that I haven’t touched my paperwork or my blogging.
Good news: I’m getting a new Australian Terrier! I know this means four small dogs but I haven’t had an Aussie for so many years and this breeding was just the one I wanted. The sire is from Finland and the dam from Sweden so perhaps I can get out of the health problems. She was born on July 27 and I can fly out to Wisconsin to pick her up the end of September and I am very, very excited. She is from Dunham Lake Australian Terriers and if you wish to see her then just go to their web site and click on to the web cam and on even numbered days she is the one with the yellow collar. This home kennel picks themes for each litter and this theme was the show “cheers”. They call her Carla. Only they spelled it Karla with a K. So, I looked that up on Google and there is a nice song called “Karla with a K” by the group called the Hooters. So I’m going to call her Hooter.
Meanwhile in our spare moments when we have been on vacation we have been looking for a piece of waterfront property to call our own. After finding one and having the loan approved the bank says “Oops! We made a mistake and raised the interest rate 3 points so we need to think of that investment for a while.
So, obviously I’ve been busy and thought I would let you all know that I still have in the back of my mind that I am supposed to be blogging.
Oh, I did have company from New Mexico for a week two weeks ago. We call each other sister and brother and we graduated together. I think he is my best friend and I believe it is such a good thing to be able to say one thing and the other person’s eyes light up because they know exactle what you mean. By the time he left he had huge circles under his eyes because we stayed up until anywhere from 3 am to 4 am each night. At least I could take a nap while he was driving his 89 year old mother around to see her friends. It really was a blast.
So, I think that most news is good news here my friends and if I make it through a couple more weeks I’ll be back with you. I miss you.