My day started with a blaze of glory, before settling back into grey dampness:
(Now I've got a Kenny Rogers earworm!)
This little beauty seemed to pop up overnight:
After taking its portrait, I promptly pulled it up and tossed it in the trash bin so Dozie couldn't make a snack of it. Can I just say that I would love to smuggle my little snuggle-bug Dozer along in a (heavy) carry-on? I'm going to miss him. I'll miss Jackson, too, but Jackson has too much fun with his doggy buds at my friend's house to miss us. Dozer, on the other hand, has had so much upheaval in his young life that I hate to confuse him with yet another transition, however temporary. Dogs don't understand temporary.
It's been a busy day doing the usual
and crossing things off the "Must do before trip" list. I now have two WIPs (knitting works in progress), which should give me plenty of travel knitting, but I may throw in a ball of sock yarn as well. It would be a shame to waste one minute of potential "travel knitting" time! I'm going to have to take my laptop and work on jobs for a couple clients as well - which will let me keep up with email and blogs. Unfortunately, we are staying at the high-end hotel where Rick's meetings are being held. Why is it that affordable accommodations offer free wi-fi, while the high-end ones
CHARGE for it? Grrrr. Yes, it is a personal pet peeve.
That's it for now from . . .
Poor Braveheart. Since he caused so much trouble last week, he's been out in the biggest sheep lot by himself, day and night, no matter the weather (mostly WET). I just don't trust our fold set-up to hold him and our chore person didn't sign up for sheep wrangling. So until we get back at least, he is OUT and the other seven sheep are IN. It sure is quieter in the fold without the "big boy" in there!
So, I've had 20 pounds of cabbage doin' its lacto-fermention thing in my basement bathroom. I did not want it to go bad when no one was looking, so even though I think it still tastes a bit like salty cabbage, into canning jars it went. Seven pints are cooling, five quarts are in the canner, and there's a small bowlful in the frig to try fresh. (Behind the pints of kraut above are five pints of apple butter.) Yeah, yeah, I've heard; cooking the kraut ruins its miraculous health benefits, but at least I'll have homemade kraut and room in my frig!
(Now I've got a Kenny Rogers earworm!)
After taking its portrait, I promptly pulled it up and tossed it in the trash bin so Dozie couldn't make a snack of it. Can I just say that I would love to smuggle my little snuggle-bug Dozer along in a (heavy) carry-on? I'm going to miss him. I'll miss Jackson, too, but Jackson has too much fun with his doggy buds at my friend's house to miss us. Dozer, on the other hand, has had so much upheaval in his young life that I hate to confuse him with yet another transition, however temporary. Dogs don't understand temporary.
