Thursday, May 02, 2019

Daily Notes- May 2nd


Amaryllis which usually--for most gardeners--blooms at Christmas.  Mine is off schedule and is white.  I don't recall buying a white amaryllis bulb.  But here it is--very tall and with four flowers on the sturdy stem.  I did have to add a stake to the stem.  Top heavy.

Last night with the dog--not good-we get progressively less sleep each night-eventually-no sleep..  Vet recommended melatonin before bed and some CB something during the day.  One of my daughter's friends works in one of the newly "legal" stores here in Maine and we'll see if she has some "clean" 20mg tablets.  The Vet said they have to be "clean".  My guess is that unethical growers and makers are adding things that could make you sick.    The 20 mg tablet suggestion comes from a visiting veterinary doctor from Cornell.  My son graduated from Cornell.  They do good research there. And our Vet just happened to have attended a lecture on just this dementia problem in older dogs in the past few days.  Just happened to.  Synchronicity.

G and I are exhausted.  And it's raining.  And it's cold.  Dismal.  G is out doing a flower delivery for the greenhouse where I used to work.  Riley is riding shotgun.

I ate some of the most delicious new Cheezit SNAP'D chips.  Cheesy, thin and crispy.  I am happy I lived long enough to be able to enjoy this new invention.

Thank you to Anon who suggested a vest and a human sized bowtie for my new brown bear.  Genius. Now to find a bowtie.

The new class with Jude Hill sent me to the Magic Attic with the assignment to search for "soft, old cloth". So far, my basket contains Deb's soft colored scraps, some soft old cotton I eco-plant dyed, a few old textiles from Goodwill and some dye test samples from a friend in California.  It will be enough.  Not more--just enough.

Now I am going to the grocery for melatonin and yogurts. Wearing my bright orange rain coat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're welcome. Now please post a photo when Mr. Bear is properly attired.

Good luck with Riley. So, so hard when our dogs get old.