Murphy, Corn, and the Beds

I planted a bit more corn and beans.  Then I saw this through the window:




Even though Dora HAS dug in the beds, it looks like the major culprit is Master Murphy.

Amazingly, a couple of corn plants survived.  I need to adjust my approach to the yard, planting and pups.  We’ll figure it out.  Mostly I think that it’s the newness of the beds.  Both pups like to dig to nowhere, so the beds are attractive.  Murphy also enjoys dirt baths regularly.



First Day of Vacation from Both Jobs

Some things I got done include my poor excuse for decorating.  This is the before picture:



Here are the after pictures:



I had to take the old stuff off.  It left a gummy residue, but I had an English(!) made razor holder handy to take care of it easily.



I’m going to dye the sofa and chair cushions, along with the patio door curtains tomorrow.  They will hopefully be a shade of tangerine, to go along with the theme I seem to have created.  It will be my first time dying anything, but I have good instructions and an extra washing mashing to do it in.



Von’s paintings are just elegant and I am very happy to have them.


And yes, that is an actual brick wall, thank you for asking.  How did I attach those pretties to the wall?  Well it took some research, but I found these:


They seem to be working despite one of them coming loose.  I will post pictures of the bathroom decorating tomorrow.


Murphy and the Mystery Pup

A little video of my Murphy running in his new backyard somewhere in the southwest.

And I’m Out of Here

I got a job offer today.  I’m very happy for it.  I will be leaving this hell hole for another one, but it will be new and so that is a plus.

I have a lot to do.  Too bad it gets dark so early — the yards are where I really need to work.  I think this transition will be fun.  In fact, it might just get me back to blogging.  Promises, I know.

Major new topic for the blog: how to move efficiently and with older pets.  I’ll take Murphy with me first and then come back and get Dora and the kittens.  I’m excited about the whole process.

Good riddance to the old; hello to the new adventure!

Penny Wise and Pound Foolish

I’m a little depressed.  I try to be frugal in every way as far as my expenses.  I know that my natural gas bill will be higher in these cold months, but I had counted on my electricity bill going down (my heat is natural gas).

Last month my electricity bill was $176.  That looks like a summer bill for me.  I looked into it more.

I have Reliant 100% wind month to month.  When I started going back into my bills and usage, I realized that Reliant had increased my rate 5 times in the last year.  

Dear Dora

Yesterday, one of my old students stopped by.  He’s an American citizen by birth, but grew up in Syria.  His family is ok — and expanding.   He is married now and has a son.

Ten years ago, he was my student.  Ten years ago, he also helped me build my front fence.  He also met Dora. This was after Gretchen and Buddy but before Tammy and Murphy.  He only knew Dora.  He was afraid to ask if Dora was still around.

She is, but she is old.  Sometimes she is with us, sometimes not.  Like any old lady, she struggles with what was once easy.

I promised her a walk tomorrow.  I will take some pictures with my new smarter than me phone.  I need to buy a better camera.


Recording Happy Days

Like most normal humans, I tend to more vividly remember bad times more than good.  I want to change that.

Today has been a very happy day for me.

When I was 11 years old, I fell out of a tree house — head first.  I only had some scrapes and one other thing — I broke one of my front teeth in half.  It was stuck in a piece of plywood at the bottom of the ladder to the tree house.

Over the years, I got a variety of caps.  Most were broken; the first just fell off one day.  In 1996, I got a job in Riga Latvia.  During the winter, my sinus on the same side as the broken tooth filled with puss.  Everyone thought, including me, that I just had a cold.  After going to a doctor, having a hole punched in my cheekbone, and all of the puss and blood spewing out, the doctor told me that my tooth had been infected.

Upon returning to the U.S., I had periodontal surgery.  That surgery left my broken front tooth exposed — the root was visible above the cap and after the infection, it had dropped so that the cap was lower than my other front tooth.

For the past 16 years or so since, I have been very careful about smiling or showing much of my teeth.  I felt like my front cap was glaringly freakish and kept it hidden as best I could.

Earlier this year, it got infected again and seemed to just die its final death.  I had it extracted and an implant procedure started.  While the base of the implant was healing, I had to wear a flipper.  I liked the way it looked — finally normal.

Well, today — I finally got the crown installed.  I was anxious — if something went wrong it would be a disaster for me.  Everything went well — better than that.  I finally have a somewhat normal tooth — after 40 years.

Modern dentistry: THANK YOU!