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.
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!
Lizl
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. 
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