No, we did not lose our electricity again, although some wild storms blew East in the past few days. The mountains just to our west tend to shelter us from the tornadoes that plague the interior of the US. And we are far enough inland that the hurricanes (now tropical storms) which hit the East Coast most years seldom have any effect on our area weather except to bring rain. The dearth of hurricanes this year led to a drought in the Tidewater area of Virginia. No it wasn’t the weather that kept me occupied and which is now cooler according to the weather girl, with 96 predicted for a high today.
Yesterday, I took Johnny to the vet to have blood drawn for his Abaxis Pre-Anesthsia Profile, as well as his teeth cleaning physical exam. He was his usual lively self, bouncing all over the waiting room and barking at a well-behaved black Lab and a nervous black cat who sat near by. Dr. Young didn’t think his teeth were very dirty, but he’s 3 and half years old and I am going to have them cleaned for his health’s sake.
As Johnny snuggled in my arms, and the she rammed a thermometer up his rear, Dr Young said, “He’s so beautiful.” Johnny gets vitamins, I told her. Every morning before he has his coffee he takes a vitamin tablet.
Feeling crafty, I spent part of each of the past two days searching for yarn for an Afghan I want to make. Do you know how hard it is to find yarn at this time of the year? Most knitters and crocheters are not thinking about woolen scarves and mittens, the supply of wool from last winter is depleted, and the new batch not arrived. But crocheting is very important during the warm months when its too hot to garden for more than 20 minutes per day. Mom used to make her Christmas presents over the summer and fall.
Lately, I have been concerned that I would never fit into the Old Girls Club. You know the one you can join if you have a yarn project, drink hot tea from a lovely pot, and keep a cat or two or three. I am allegic to cats, but I spent a few hours yesterday and today looking at tea pots, tea cozies, yarn and such. I decided to wait until August to buy the tea pot, but found the yarn for the new Afghan. Although I wanted shades of peach, I bought skeins in shades of yellow to match my bed spread.
I bought new needles because I gave all my crochet gear to my oldest granddaughter who is a fiber artist. I ordered needles suitable for arthritic hands. Some of my friends who knit and crochet assure me moving your arthritic fingers is a good thing.
Meanwhile, one of my birds (the canary) died over night. I expected this as he was an old canary and looked ill yesterday. Unlike parrots, canaries do not have a very long life span.
I will miss him. He was my last canary. I raised them years ago when my friend Alice had a bird store. She paid me $35 per canary for each baby and then sold them like hot cakes. She told me once that she could always sell canaries. People love them and they don’t live very long. Lucky stopped singing two winters ago after his mate died. I knew his days were numbered. I wonder if God hears the least Sparrow fall, does he also take the tiny canary to his bosom?