D.O.P.-T. (Tuesday)

The tabby and white cat was making herself at home in our driveway when I came out the side door, and was annoyed when I followed her up onto our porch trying to introduce myself as also living here.

D.O.P.-T. (Wednesday)

Two more nice, comfy-looking houses are about to be destroyed - this time on Sunnyvale Avenue. There's a hole cut in the green web fencing so we can squint at the planning application to make the two lots into four. The potted plants are gone from the ranch-style porch behind, but the stained-glass mobile still hangs forlornly.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Walked the dogs alone again - the housemate had an early meeting. I had to do some fancy footwork passing the swimming pool to keep her rambunctious dog away from both the line of ladies sitting on the benches watching their kids having swimming lesson, and the old man tottering along with one of those canes with tripod feet in one hand, and an excitable terrier on leash in the other.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

This year, fortunately, the fireworks were over before I took Bear out preparatory to making my lunch bag and leaving for work. He was traumatized last year and I was dreading that happening again.