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The dog took me around the park. For the second time in a row, she almost dragged me home, giving herself a good workout. Not sure what's going on there, but I assume doggy cardio is still good for her.
Then I managed to do an entire round of watering well before dark. Monty followed me from the front to the back and then skulked under the chair behind the garage until I fed him.
Then I managed to do an entire round of watering well before dark. Monty followed me from the front to the back and then skulked under the chair behind the garage until I fed him.
The ugly new house sold after exactly 6 weeks, for under asking.
Today felt like spring, not sure why. But I tried to take the dog walkies too late in the day; she declined to go beyond the front meadow.
Today felt like spring, not sure why. But I tried to take the dog walkies too late in the day; she declined to go beyond the front meadow.
The sun only broke through a couple of times in the afternoon. However, I turned around from pottering in the back garden and Monty and Prudence were sitting side by side, looking at me. So I fed them. (Their mother had already cleaned out the wet food on the porch.) And the dog took me partway to the park; unfortunately I had to stop and answer a gentleman's inquiry about how best to get to the next town, and she was spooked and took me home.
A beautiful blue-sky day. The dog took me to the park, but was discombobulated by the many children. Later Monty watched me for a while as I put soil in two wooden windowboxes or portable small veg raised beds that I scavenged from the street a while ago, and planted some sprouted cuttings in them. Costco finally had bags of soil on our last visit. I found 50 quarts of soil surprisingly heavy to lift. I think I'm getting weak; Google tells me that's only 50–70 lb. Anyway the bag is now half-empty, liftable with one hand, and in the garage tied off with a twist tie.
It was a better laundry-drying day today. As expected, the storm that's being predicted to have dire effects in the Southeast just gave us a cloudy, chilly day.
Monty and Prudence waylaid me to be fed. I hadn't seen her in a few days; the filet mignon people are apparently succeeding in persuading her to become their indoor-outdoor cat.
Monty and Prudence waylaid me to be fed. I hadn't seen her in a few days; the filet mignon people are apparently succeeding in persuading her to become their indoor-outdoor cat.
Monty didn't hiss today. But his mother did, of course.
I keep finding drifts of hay in the street. I tend to pick them up and put them in our greenwaste bin (which already gets road grit from me sweeping leaves out of the gutter). I think they're from those fabric sausages that construction crews place around street drains when they're going to be blasting mud into the street. I always thought those contained straw, but I can't think of any other source. It really seems to be hay, not pine needles. I suppose some people could be letting their extremely old grass clippings escape ...
I keep finding drifts of hay in the street. I tend to pick them up and put them in our greenwaste bin (which already gets road grit from me sweeping leaves out of the gutter). I think they're from those fabric sausages that construction crews place around street drains when they're going to be blasting mud into the street. I always thought those contained straw, but I can't think of any other source. It really seems to be hay, not pine needles. I suppose some people could be letting their extremely old grass clippings escape ...
Cloudy, and it got chillier as the day continued. Maybe we get a late winter.
A couple of days ago, Monty was on the fence next to the driveway, and then he wasn't. I checked and saw him on the porch, where I'd just put out more food. So I brought the dog out for walkies; and the silly cat had moved to near the side door, about to request a personal food offering. He ran for the fence and the dog barely noticed him. After we got back, I put his food in the usual place anyway, and some got eaten. But now when he sees me, he hisses. :-(
A couple of days ago, Monty was on the fence next to the driveway, and then he wasn't. I checked and saw him on the porch, where I'd just put out more food. So I brought the dog out for walkies; and the silly cat had moved to near the side door, about to request a personal food offering. He ran for the fence and the dog barely noticed him. After we got back, I put his food in the usual place anyway, and some got eaten. But now when he sees me, he hisses. :-(
The dog was very brave. After getting spooked when we were almost at the park and turning back—there was a nice man who asked how old she was, terrifying—the next day she took me all the way in, and then we found it was full of kids. She's horribly scared of kids; it may all go back to the day we adopted her at the shelter and she was wearing a cone and I had to lead her to the car, which the housemate had parked in the suburbs of Ulan Bator, and when we were almost at this unfamiliar vehicle that she was trying to trust would not take her to penal servitude, a mother let her two brats run over screaming to pet the doggie. She shucked her collar and the cone, leaving me with a useless leash, and if the housemate hadn't darted forward and somehow managed to engulf her, she would still be running free in the North Bay hills. But she stiffened up and didn't try to drag me away from the kids. She led me alongside the playground and even when a banshee scream came from one of the climbing frames, she only shuddered a little and headed for the path with the fewest kids.
The spare the air days have been extended. At least I could see the hills today. Vaguely.
A Spanish-style house (there aren't many in this particular suburb) is newly for sale, asking $1,799,000.
In January 2018 it was for sale asking $1,500,000—it sold for $1,710,000. So they aren't asking for much more than they paid.
Both times, a recent remodel is claimed. But the main change seems to be that the current owners had it staged—and the photos are less dark. A lighting fixture or two, maybe a retiled shower, the Tesla charger and probably the washer and dryer; otherwise it seems basically unchanged. Looks like the same windows, maybe even the same kitchen appliances. It's a small house on a street of small houses, but it's been enlarged to 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.
In January 2018 it was for sale asking $1,500,000—it sold for $1,710,000. So they aren't asking for much more than they paid.
Both times, a recent remodel is claimed. But the main change seems to be that the current owners had it staged—and the photos are less dark. A lighting fixture or two, maybe a retiled shower, the Tesla charger and probably the washer and dryer; otherwise it seems basically unchanged. Looks like the same windows, maybe even the same kitchen appliances. It's a small house on a street of small houses, but it's been enlarged to 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.
It's basically flat here; streets slope almost imperceptibly towards the Bay. In a demonstration, a guy was inline-skating along the bike path on the street that runs beside the railway line, with an (ice) hockey stick, dribbling a rubber ball. Close enough to a rink.
The dog has adopted my blankie—a sign of the chilly nights, I'd set it aside for her months ago but she rejected it. Luckily I have a second one for myself.
The orange tree has resumed dropping oranges. There were 3 today, 2 intact that I will have with my cereal tomorrow, and one sufficiently smooshed that I fed it to the compost monster.
The orange tree has resumed dropping oranges. There were 3 today, 2 intact that I will have with my cereal tomorrow, and one sufficiently smooshed that I fed it to the compost monster.
I was reading yesterday's Sunday San Francisco Chronicle. That's one weird city. They're worried not enough people are using public transit, so they're doing things like having musicians with "strong social media followings" play live on ferries during the evening commute. That would drive me right to an alternative means of transportation. I can imagine people who don't share the booker's taste and who refuse to drive making creative use of drinks. Or blasting something very different. But the reporter acts as though this is a marvellous perk of buying a ferry ticket and says everybody was grooving. San Francisco.
After two days of taking me all the way to the park and through half of it, and despite demanding to go out repeatedly, freezing the house up—and a couple of episodes of standing on the grass barking at the fence—today when we embarked on walkies the dog decided it was too windy and didn't want to go past the front meadow. Dogs.
All three cats appeared and got fed.
All three cats appeared and got fed.
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