And I have yet to get up to make coffee. The puppies are still asleep, but I suspect that Al got up earlier to let them out and then put them back into their kennels again. We had thunderstorms, yesterday, and the dogs had no problem going out into the back yard until the lightning/thunder got really close. They enjoy the rain, when it is not icy cold. Charlie rediscovered the puddle of rain water below the eave trough on the garden shed. He seems to enjoy drinking from it.
It’s been a tough couple of days for concentrating on doing things. Not handling interruptions well. I think I’ve poison ivy rash on my feet and ankles. Vinegar and baking soda, I believe, for the first round of treatment. And laundering the bedding again.
Playing piano every day and getting on the exercise bike. Dishes are washed. But I am not writing or tackling the tasks that require words.
The most difficult task when taking wildflower photographs in the back yard is getting a shot of the flower without a Scamper (or two) in the frame. This morning, I took photographs of tulips in the side yard, which is not fenced in, and that worked much better.
Raindrops remained on some of the flowers and leaves. I like the way my surroundings are reflected in the droplets. Many little drops, all reflecting the same view.
The Scampers woke me at 7:30 a.m., and I’ve been up ever since. Still hoping for a nap before they’re ready for lunch. This morning’s noise event was triggered by a Utility Services company, come to put up flags in the next-door back yard, so that our new neighbors can safely prepare a garden bed. Thaddeus has decided that he’s a guard dog. Charlie’s decided that he’s quite handsome and flops down to strike poses whenever I’ve a camera in hand.
I was able to sort and load many boxes to set out on the curb during Spring Clean-up Week. About half the books, the trumpet and the cornet were picked up before the city trucks came past to haul away the rest. We emptied many shelves. The Great Books set, which Tim said one of his sons would want, is sitting in the garage. I have neither offer to haul them away nor address to which I could ship them, next payday. I am also waiting to hear from the person who supposedly wants our piano.