Yesterday I had a large ham and cheese roll for breakfast. Too much in a hurry to take a picture. Thursday is my one "early" day and I need to be at work by 7:30. I stay in bed as long as possible and then rush about trying to get out the door in time. The good part of the "early" day is getting home at around 2:30. Plenty of time to do garden chores, shop for groceries etc.
Lunch, yesterday and today, Greek yogurt with sliced fresh peaches and a few frozen raspberries. I am embracing fruit this summer. Even the sweet cherries on sale right now.
Riley passed all his tests at the Vet. But, the sitting and staring into space that we thought was the Advantix, could be the Advantix or a seizure. Hard to tell and both seem to wear off in the same way. The Vet says dogs have seizures all the time. In other news, Riley's BMI is too high (like mine) and we are both now indexed as "chubby" (15 pounds over, just like me). So, we have decided to give him one cup less dog food per day. And check with Doggie Day Care to see how many treats he gets while there. I'm not foolish enough to believe he loves going there just because everyone is nice. I will also be getting less food. Fair is fair.
The 12 by 20 challenge for Myths is due to be revealed on the 12th of this month. I have work to do.
G used the heavy duty Round Up on the front garden beds. First he used the weedwacker to shorten the weeds and then sprayed. He uses a system that limits the overspray to just the targeted weeds. Now I have to dig up all the roots. The sun was shining when he sprayed and everything was good and dead by the time I got home (2 hours). Lovely stuff. The shrubbery in the beds looks perfectly fine. In fact, better than fine, as it's not competing with the weeds now.
I plan on buying some additional stakes so I can add more chicken wire barriers to the garden beds. Seems the deer entered the front garden and ate all the perfect baby hostas I had growing under the weeping crab apple. It's days like this that make me wish we lived in Town. Only five miles separates my garden from the ones in Town. But it makes all the difference in the world when it comes to deer.
Riley got me up early (7:30) and I have already threaded the sewing machine numerous times in order to stitch the waistband down on my 2007 knit walking pants. Somehow it got loose. While doing this repeated threading of the machine (the one thing I detest about my machine) I noticed that I could not locate any of my large spools of thread. The black especially as the pants are black. I did find gray. It hardly shows. So, I need to find my spools of thread. I also intended to go upstairs and do some Pilates for my triceps muscles in my arms (the Bingo arm jiggle). But I forgot, and ate breakfast. Pilates is best on an empty stomach.
I need to take a container to work so I can plant up the interesting combo of orange tuberous begonia, lime sweet potato vine and something tall and dark, nearly black. A shop in Town has two of these by their front door. Striking. What is tall and nearly black? We think the shop used a fern.
Things are happening at work, but I must follow my own rule and not write about them here on the blog. So I can't share the things that are bothering me, most, with you. Ah, well. Such is life.
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