Before coffee

The week was busy, here, as I helped with the wall raising. Several sections were too heavy for the two of us to lift and then hold in place, and so a sister and her husband came over from the next town to lend their muscle power to the project.

As a result of the added activity, I am behind on my Poem a Day project by one day. And, while I did get the laundry finished up, with the added incentive that my puppy, while at the vet, was unhappy with another dog, I have yet to wash the dishes. Enough so that I had to pick him up, which resulted in a damp shirt. ūüė¶ It was amusing, but…

The dogs have their vaccines taken care of, and they’re in good health. Today I must figure out how to mail-order their preventative pills.

And now I must find something good to eat. We finally shopped again at the grocery that sells frozen buckwheat waffles. I must remember!

The End of November: #WeekendCoffeeShare

Welcome! It’s a nice morning for hot coffee, here. The temperature is just above freezing. I’m enjoying some Toddy coffee (home-made coffee concentrate) in hot milk, this morning.

Sometime today we hope to get to the movie theater to see¬†Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.¬†We don’t often go to movies, so it will be a nice treat. We have movie passes that we received at Christmas, last year, and it would be good to use them before they expire. I was intrigued by the trailer. Have you seen the movie?

If we were having coffee together, today, I would share with you some of the photographs that I have selected for my mother’s memorial gathering. I brought back four gigantic photo albums from the parents’ home. One begins with family photographs from Mother’s growing-up years and her marriage in Killduff, Jasper County, Iowa, during WW II, just before she enlisted in the Navy and was shipped overseas to Hawaii.

I would tell you about visiting with my father after stopping by the house to retrieve the photo albums. I am happy that he is surrounded by people he knows in a town he’s lived in for nearly 100 years. He says that he is not reacting, yet, to Mother’s death. I hope that at Mother’s gathering and at his birthday party the next day, where his remaining children, along with many grandchildren and great-grandchildren, will be present, we can all have a good crying session together. Even though we rejoice, we still grieve.

Writing has been comforting to me. (New prose poem up at the quiltedpoetry blog). And Thaddeus has kept close during the evenings and while Al is not present.


I hope that you will visit Diana’s Part Time Monster Blog, where you will find a Linkup button and her own Weekend Coffee Share post.

Thank you for sharing coffee with me, this morning. It’s always good to visit, catch up on what’s happening as we get to know each other.

Best wishes for your week!


Early Saturday Morning

It’s a little after seven o’clock, and the dogs are not yet awake. Neither is Al. Al’s snoring, but the Scampers are still sound asleep. I don’t think the sun is up, yet.

We have decided tentatively on the new location for my wildflower garden that will put it into the sun a little more and remove it from the area where Al plans to build his workshop.

On the 27th we will be gathering for the care-planning conference for my mother. Most of us, by telephone. Speaking of which, I may be using a smartphone for the rest of my life; the others do not have a “Find My Phone” feature, and I’ve been using that almost daily for perhaps a year, now.

A photograph of the Scampers from July:

cocker spaniels holding onto the same stick
Scampers with Stick

Time, now, to rejoin the world. Puppies soon to wake up. I should put on coffee for Al, whose alarm clock should ring in about half an hour. I want to get out to the gazebo to put in miles on the exercise bike before the workmen get here…whenever that may be. The Toddy coffee must be decanted an hour from now.

I got caught up on the washing of dishes, last night! Totally!

End of the weekend | #WeekendCoffeeShare

If we were having coffee together, today, I would welcome you to a very quiet house. The puppies are sound asleep, now. Al took a day trip to Hutchinson, Minnesota, on Saturday, leaving in a caravan of relatives to visit the home of relatives on their father’s side of the family. This being mosquito and allergy season, I opted to stay home and puppy sit.

After his camping trip of last week, I would have thought that The Scampers would be accustomed to his absence, but such was not the case. They hung around the front door, listening for the car to pull into the driveway (several false alarms, since there was a rummage sale three or four houses away, with people parking in front of our house).

I opened up the curtains on the front window, with has not happened, I think, since we brought The Scampers home at the beginning of March. They spent a lot of time looking out the window and napping on the couch.


Al didn’t arrive home until close to 11 o’clock, By 10 o’clock, The Scampers were exhausted, and I had put them and myself to bed. So we all got up and had beef treats (Scampers) and some ice cream (the other two of us).

This afternoon, after everyone recovered and caught up on sleep, Al and I went out for lunch.

My accomplishments for the weekend were taking care of the puppies, the laundry, and the dish washing. And getting a couple good nights of sleep. I am looking forward to a less eventful week.

You can find links to other weekend coffee share posts at Diana’s Part Time Monster Blog.

It’s Wednesday!

The Scampers are at the veterinary clinic, recuperating from their micro-chipping and neutering. We dropped them off at 7:30 this morning. After a brief stop at the grocery, We came home to eat melon slices in the calm quiet and then took very long naps. Such sweet solitude! Missing the puppies now, however. In another hour we can pick them up, again.

The Scampers, Cocker Spaniels, beside the wild flax garden.

We never did get them to the groomers, and now we will have to wait another two weeks. Assuming that we can get an appointment, which we couldn’t when we’d have liked to, which would have been¬†before¬†their surgeries.

I tried calling the folks’ place, last night, but there was no answer. I’ve decided that the telephone is not a good medium for them at this point. Tomorrow I will try to write a letter to mail to them. I suspect that my mother figures that nobody calls that she wants to talk to, and so she just ignores the telephone…if she hears it at all.

Actually, I feel that way a lot, myself. My phone number used to be that of a business, and so I get odd spam calls from people wanting to loan my “business” obscene amounts of money. Usually while I’m taking a nap. Or have not yet awakened.

I am having a delightful time reading and chasing down old favorites, so that I can reread them. Latest few: Shade and Shadow by Francine G. Woodbury,  Lightwing by Tara K. Harper, and Star Driver by Lee Correy. I look forward to our appointment with the optometrist at the end of July and the possibility of new glasses.

I figure I have about five weeks in which to clean my guns before I go to the marksmanship center able to see the targets, again, at fifty feet. I also must find my hand weights and begin doing wrist exercises. I’m up to more than three miles a day on the exercise bike; in the not too distant past (in terms of years, not longer months), I was putting in twenty-five miles a day. I shall not regret, however. I have a need to find another book of general exercises that will help with general strengthening.

The piano playing project is coming along nicely. The Scampers still howl occasionally, but I’m still getting to the piano at least every other day. I love the warm-up exercises, but I’ve also returned to some favorite preludes, “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” and other favorites from my J. S. Bach piano book. My back’s still giving me trouble when I sit for too long, but there is general improvement.

I may have to grab a sheet of staff paper and write out what the notes off the staff are. I’ve forgotten over these past years. I was right to put out the brass instruments for people to pick up from the curb, this spring.¬†But I’m also glad that in addition to the piano, I’ve hung onto my harmonicas and the soprano recorder.

Some melodies running through my head, also, but I don’t think I’m up to doing anything with those. Perhaps never, again, except in my mind.

I made a nice jug of Toddy coffee concentrate over the weekend, and I’m now looking forward to a nice cup of iced coffee-and-milk before we head out to bring the Scampers home again.

Hope you’re all enjoying a lovely day, wherever you are!