Cousins. Everyone is older and thinner now, Terre Andre state Park in Sheboygan WI, late 1990s
David, Peter and Uncle Sy
Above a Schmidley family picnic at Terre Andre state Park in Sheboygan WI, August 12 (Rita and Marge had the same birthday) in the 1990s.
One of the boxes I expected from White Flower Farm came yesterday. I was concerned, thinking the box contained some of the plants I had ordered, but it was my new pot (I’ll take a photo after I plant my ‘not yet arrived’ new fuchsia in it).
The latest pot is a hand-made in the U.S.A. artisanal bowl, and more expensive and fragile than the made in China $10 flower pots I bought earlier this week at Merrifield Garden Center.
I will empty the new pot in the fall and bring it indoors, or perhaps I will bring the potted plant inside. I’ve discovered fuchsias do well indoors under my grow light.
Yesterday, we took Johnny and Clare to one of our local dog parks where the county finally set aside an area for small dogs. I am happy the county did this because we had ceased using the dog parks after we noted that foolish millennials who live in the apartments around the park were fond of Labs, Shepherds and other HUGE dogs.
These thoughtless owners are allowed to turn their dogs off leash in the larger fenced portion of the dog park. We had previously used the “big” dog park next to the Four Mile Run, a major waterway here in Arlington.
The county has finally fenced the side of the dog park facing the waterway. Thank goodness because e coli has been showing up near the Airport, largely from feces runoff from the park (yes, some owners are VERY thoughtless).
In the small dog park Johnny was very fearful, and when a six-month old very rambunctious toy poodle “attacked” him he jumped in my arms, telepathecally communicating, “Mommy save me.” Hopefully he will take a hint from Clare and become more confident in the visits to come.
Driving to the dog park yesterday, David almost ran a police car off the road. About the age of David’s grandsons, the policeman let him off with a warning. “Do you realize you have a blind spot?” the cop asked. That’s twice in a couple of months David has had either an accident or near accident. The accident totaled his car, so we were in my car. I drove home from the dog park. I’ve been doing most of the driving, but I thought David would be okay in our neighborhood….wrong.
Today, David is angry with me because I suggested he was not the best driver. He was always reckless in my opinion, now he’s old and reckless. Whereas David tries to drive like the younger drivers around here, half of them on coke (I suspect), I drive like a little old lady.