Mornin', Sour. I'll have a cup, thanks . . . . lessee, where's mine gotten off to . . .
Ah, there it is.
Oh, that's good. Just what I needed.
Feelin' a bit rough around the edges today. Our last parade of the season was last night. I don't know why I can't figure out how long things will take to do, but we left here 45 minutes later than I intended, so I was feeling pretty rattled, and I wound up missing a turn, went waaaay out of my way and almost didn't get there in time. I couldn't get right to the place where I wanted to go because the roads were already blocked, but I parked as near as I could get. When BB2K and I opened the trailer, we found Blondie on her hind legs with her forelegs over the divider - how she got that way, why she got that way, is anybody's guess. No idea how long she'd been that way, either, but she wasn't limping and was her usual "sure, let's do this, whatever you want" self, so I don't think she got hurt. We scrambled to get everybody unloaded and into their blankets, lit the lights, and headed for the floats we could see. There was a lady there with a clipboard who told me the float I was looking for was at "A," this was "B;" "A" was a couple of blocks that way . . . . it wasn't. BB2K and I wound up running and fast walking 6 or 8 blocks including part of the parade route trying to find "A," and finally caught up with our float about 150 feet away from where we'd parked in the first place.
BB2K had elected to take Syd, and I wound up dealing with both Blondie and Betsy. Betsy got a little rattled by the "pooper scooper" that was following us a couple of times (a guy in a rubber horse mask carrying a broom and dustpan) but other than that, the girls were absolute troopers - you'd have thought they did this all the time. Even Syd only needed to be reminded not to "hug" BB2K a couple of times, other than that, she led on a slack lead, and did what she was told without fuss.
(well, OK, Syd did have a major spook when she first saw the pooper scooper, but BB2K had him give Syd a carrot, and she decided he wasn't so bad after all)
Not a bad night, all in all.
But this morning, Critter has stolen my car to go see someone about buying a Hobie catamaran. The last time he did this, he drove a heckuva distance for a boat that wasn't worth the bother so he didn't buy it; this time, he's driving even further so I hope it's worth his while. He left before dawn, and might be home before dark, but that's a lot of driving in one day. I wish he had a relief driver with him, but our son couldn't be persuaded. Praying for a safe journey.
Ah, there it is.
Oh, that's good. Just what I needed.
Feelin' a bit rough around the edges today. Our last parade of the season was last night. I don't know why I can't figure out how long things will take to do, but we left here 45 minutes later than I intended, so I was feeling pretty rattled, and I wound up missing a turn, went waaaay out of my way and almost didn't get there in time. I couldn't get right to the place where I wanted to go because the roads were already blocked, but I parked as near as I could get. When BB2K and I opened the trailer, we found Blondie on her hind legs with her forelegs over the divider - how she got that way, why she got that way, is anybody's guess. No idea how long she'd been that way, either, but she wasn't limping and was her usual "sure, let's do this, whatever you want" self, so I don't think she got hurt. We scrambled to get everybody unloaded and into their blankets, lit the lights, and headed for the floats we could see. There was a lady there with a clipboard who told me the float I was looking for was at "A," this was "B;" "A" was a couple of blocks that way . . . . it wasn't. BB2K and I wound up running and fast walking 6 or 8 blocks including part of the parade route trying to find "A," and finally caught up with our float about 150 feet away from where we'd parked in the first place.
BB2K had elected to take Syd, and I wound up dealing with both Blondie and Betsy. Betsy got a little rattled by the "pooper scooper" that was following us a couple of times (a guy in a rubber horse mask carrying a broom and dustpan) but other than that, the girls were absolute troopers - you'd have thought they did this all the time. Even Syd only needed to be reminded not to "hug" BB2K a couple of times, other than that, she led on a slack lead, and did what she was told without fuss.
(well, OK, Syd did have a major spook when she first saw the pooper scooper, but BB2K had him give Syd a carrot, and she decided he wasn't so bad after all)
Not a bad night, all in all.
But this morning, Critter has stolen my car to go see someone about buying a Hobie catamaran. The last time he did this, he drove a heckuva distance for a boat that wasn't worth the bother so he didn't buy it; this time, he's driving even further so I hope it's worth his while. He left before dawn, and might be home before dark, but that's a lot of driving in one day. I wish he had a relief driver with him, but our son couldn't be persuaded. Praying for a safe journey.
