Awareness of the outside world. ESPN: A day in the life of Beacon, the therapy dog at U.S. Olympic gymnastics trials, Roenigk, Jun 29, 2024. Hat tip to T.
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Dogs are fine. Status remains quo. No dog update in June because I lost track of the weeks.
Rose is still a weird little dog, who prefers to sit quietly in her chair – yes, she has a chair – and stay out of everybody’s way. She will woof very occasionally if the dinner schedule is extremely out of whack. Or, she will comment if there is a something horribly wrong with the turnout schedule, i.e. she has been out longer than it takes to do her business and have a sniff.
Jas, on the other hand, holds court in the center of things and speaks her mind at every opportunity.
Rodney Finished last week. Technically. [Line By Line]
Milton 7 miles this week, 100 miles total 7 outings – 2 handwalk, 1 ride, 4 drive
All outings one mile in pasture.
Tuesday 25 June to Monday 1 July
Logistics
Milton. Monday, drive. Tues & Wed, handwalk. Fri to Sun, drive. Mon, rode over finish line together.
Rodney. Back to regular schedule of morning walks.
Commentary
Milton is really getting into the habit of getting his steps in each morning. Halter. Cart. Saddle. Whichever. ‘I walk,’ says Milton. He worked 4 days in a row without a hint of commentary. Go Milton!
Awareness of the outside world. Recently I learned that there are many reasons a person might not want to give pronouns. The person is not out to everyone. None of the options are the mot juste. The person does not want to get drawn into the inevitable discussion. I had no idea a simple act could be so fraught. Hat tip to online friends.
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Branch on barn roof.
Impromptu skylight.
Tarp as temporary fix until roof is dry enough to patch permanently.
RealFeel of 104o and I am shoveling out flooded muck.
Remind me why I am so adamant about keeping my horses at home?
Update. If you read this early on the 1st, you are not imagining things, I adjusted the bottom half to better fit what I was going for. While I try to avoid changing past posts, a little tweaking on the day is within acceptable parameters. But I digress.
I held up the bag of carrot sticks in one hand and the large bag of gorp in the other.
She laughed, “I see a Buckee’s stop in our future.”
She wasn’t wrong. I always have such grand plans. I am going to eat healthy this time! Only to inevitably dive headfirst into endless bags of Beaver Nuggets.
That’s why our trips worked. We understood each other. We had the same taste in music and podcasts. Our bladder capacities matched. We were willing to tolerate each others foibles. For example, Gail had this thing about stopping at Welcome Centers. Whenever we crossed into a new state, she would have us pull into the official first rest area off the highway. She liked to walk around the room that held all of the paper brochures. She never took any. She never stopped at any of the attractions, as far as I knew. One time, I pointed out that all of this information is available online.
“Yeah,” she said, slightly distracted, continuing to wander about. “I like to see what each state has to say for itself.”
To give myself something to do, I started a PhotoPhile account with pictures from each rest stop. It has a weirdly large number of followers. Or maybe not weird. It was interesting to see how the same basic concept differs from state to state. Or maybe Gail is rubbing off on me.
Gail travels for work & I can work from anywhere, so I have become her semi-permanent roadtrip companion. In return for sharing the driving and being the companion to her Doctor Who, I get free mini-vacation in cities all over the country. Frequently on short notice.
Philadelphia next week? Sure.
Leave for Nevada in three days? Sure.
I know that she will be chatty on the way out and sleepy on the way home. At the destination, I see her rarely. She is scheduled from breakfast meetings to dinner conferences. Honestly, I’m not completely sure what she does, except that it pays well and keeps her on the road.
Virtual Brush Box 