A quiet Saturday

It’s Saturday morning as I write this and oh my gosh – is it ever a beautiful day. It’s a day that has no particular plan other than my resolve NOT to do any cleaning.

I have done something to my knee. I woke up last Saturday in terrible pain and by Monday at work, was having electrical shock-like shooting pain near the kneecap. Thank heavens it only lasts about 10-20 seconds at a time, but the pain? It is intense. I scheduled an appointment with a new orthopedist that comes highly recommended and I’ll see him on Tuesday. Meanwhile, I am bracing it. And NSAIDs work. And I’ll sometimes go for hours on end with no pain. Ok, enough talk of such things. I can’t stand it when people go on and on about their ailments and I don’t want to be doing that to you.

One evening this week, I put on my pop-up flash bounce and took some pictures of my best friend. Unfortunately, he didn’t feel much like posing.

 

When John came over to fix the hatch to the widow’s walk this Wednesday after it blew off the roof in the storm, he brought his wife and daughter with him. His wife is a co-worker of mine, and a good friend. We had tea while John and my husband worked on the hatch situation. Their daughter, Gabrielle, was a little concerned about how George would be with her because the last time she saw him, he wasn’t very friendly.

For some reason George is afraid of children. He runs from them. Gabrielle was much smaller when she last saw George and I completely understood her hesitation. But Gabrielle is in 9th grade now and much taller and I’m glad to say that George is officially in love with her. When they got here, George was excited to see company and wanted to play. We were standing in the kitchen so I told him to go to his toy box and get one of his toys. “Get your snowy owl”, I said.

 

 

Christine and her daughter looked at each other as if to say, “yeah – right. Like he’s actually going to go get a toy because you asked him to.”

So imagine their surprise when he came back not just with a toy, but with the toy I requested. We went into the living room then and George proceeded to astound them with his leaping and fetching abilities. Gabrielle was worn out after a half hour of toy-throwing. Once George finds a new friend to toss toys, he doesn’t quit.

He was so happy.

 

 

Yes, George. You are a clever boy.

 

 

The sunset on Thursday. You can see the roofs of the houses in one of the two developments that border the property. They look quite close from this vantage point, but they’re really not. And in the spring and summer when the leaves are thick on the trees, you wouldn’t even know they’re back there.

 

Hope your weekend is full of good things.

Because that’s what weekends should be, right?

Until later, my friends ~