How to tell if your Mom loves you

I’m only a mom to some four-legged fur kids.  I really don’t think I would have been an adequate mom to the two-legged variety.  As you know from my whining, we’ve been steeped in the January frozen fog for some time now.  On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we had spectacular weather.  Bright sunshine but still very cold.  I went to a quilt show at the Oregon Gardens with a friend on Friday, went for a long walk with the dog on Saturday, and on Sunday, I drove back up the freeway to a little shop in Jefferson (The Purple Frog) because they had a fabric I strongly suspected was a match for an unfinished quilt and I needed to take a swatch with me.  I’m happy to report the trip was a success and I will now be able to finish a rather ugly lonestar quilt I started probably back in 2007.

But anyway, back to the fur kid.  The rain began on Monday.  Not much at first, but yesterday (Tuesday) we had some good steady drizzle going.  I decided I’d take my eye-rolling, heavily-sighing dog to the park for a game of fetch.  Of course,  once we got there, it began to pour in earnest.  Lucky for Ozzie, his mom knows how to play in the rain.

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We have more rain today, with quite a brisk wind, but we’ll probably go back again before it gets dark.  Oregon had the driest year in recorded weather history last year, and we’re happy to do our part to end the drought by dancing in the rain at the dog park.

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And then the rains came

Stormy weather here today.  The wind is blowing and the rain is pouring down.  I think the Fitbit stats will suffer greatly today, but if the wind dies down, perhaps I can take the huge golf umbrella (no, I don’t actually play golf) and go out for a walk without getting totally soaked.  Poor Ozzie looks totally depressed.  He wants to play ball, but he hates the rain!

I hope you all can find a bit of sunshine today.

Playing (or not) with the big dogs

The rain returned to Eugene overnight.  Not a lot of rain, but it’s wet and intermittently cloudy.  We were totally out of dog treats here at home, so I told Ozzie that if he’d go with me to Costco, I’d take him to the dog park on the way home.  As you can see, it was a lot less crowded today than yesterday:

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Costco was a whole lot more crowded than this!

Anyway, shortly after I took this picture, I heard the gate bang and another dog and owner came in.  Havoc (appropriately named dog) is a huge German Shepherd, but she is really a sweet dog and likes to run around after Ozzie.  Well, a lot of the dogs like to chase Ozzie – especially the herd dogs (Australian Shepherds, Corgis, Blue Heelers, etc).  They all think he’s a small sheep.  Today, Havoc’s owner (nice man to whom I have spoken several times, but I don’t know his name) threw his dog’s ball at about the same time I threw Ozzie’s.  Ozzie ran to get the ball, but got Havoc’s instead.  This would not have been a problem, but he took exception to the fact that Havoc took his ball, and he decided he was going to get it back!  A fight ensued, broken up by two very worried and embarrassed dog owners.  Havoc probably has a good 60-80 pounds on Ozzie.  She’s a BIG dog, and he only weighs 20 pounds.  He ended up being okay, just totally terrified, nearly jumping into my arms when it was all over.  We’ve had a discussion about playing with our own ball and dogs of our own size, but I don’t know how much of an impression that made.  I think we’ll do our best to avoid Havoc in the future.

A missed opportunity

I usually always have a camera with me.  If not my wonderful Pentax K2000, I have the camera in my phone.  While there is absolutely nothing wrong with the camera in my Samsung Galaxy S3, I don’t like to use it often because it can’t really handle my tremor.  Well, I would have loved to have had it with me yesterday, but I left it by the computer where I had been using the contact information to enter an invoice for a new client.  Ozzie and I made a break for the dog park in between the showers.  We had just gotten there, started playing ball, and a gentle shower came.  Being the Oregonians we are, we just continued playing, and just over the trees appeared the most vibrant double rainbow I have ever seen.  It was glorious, and I had no means of capturing it to share with you.  Bummer.  But . . . I still have it in my memory.  It was so very beautiful.

On the way home I had a bit of a chuckle about how some people should keep some images in their brains only.  Seems too many folks these days get in serious trouble for sharing photos none of us should see.  ;D  I promise, you’ll never see any of those kind here!

Oh – and we got almost 2 inches of rain on Sunday.  We need the rain so badly.  We generally don’t get much rain at all in September, but we managed to hit a record of over 6 inches for the month – greatly helping us catch up on a 16 inch deficit for the year.  I’m ready for October showers and gloriously beautiful fall leaves.  As soon as Ozzie and I manage to get out for another walk, I’ll share some of them with you.  I’ve seen some beautiful trees over the past few days.

Bring it on!

I know most of you think I’m nuts because I love storms and I love the rain.  Well, truth be told, I guess most of you think I’m nuts anyway!  We’re really cookin’ with gas as far as the storm goes right now.  25 mph winds with more intense gusts, and this is the radar at the moment.  Sunday 4 oclock

Eugene is in the second county up from the bottom, just into the yellow, where that divot is in the middle of the screen.  So – it’s pouring rain, and what have I gotten done today?  I cleaned the stove and fixed one of the burners on it and replaced all the drip pans (the others were about 20 years old and had just had it).  I made sure the electrical supply to the sump pump was working, cleared a clog (mostly just mud and leaf debris from what I could see . . . trust me, I didn’t look too closely) from the sump pump and got it working again.  Put a load of laundry in.  Made a loaf of sourdough rye high-protein bread.  Have almost completed a queen sized quilt, and knit about two more inches on the leg of a sock while the computer was running on the quilting machine.  Got the laundry out of the dryer and folded it up and even put it away!  I really get energy from a storm.

I’m hoping everyone in the northwest will stay safe.  Hopefully not many will lose power and, if so, for not too long.  And I hope there will be no major mud slides or no big trees down.  For now, I’m snug as a bug in a rug and I’m enjoying it immensely.

Phew! The joys of a job well done

I have to tell you that the memories of crawling under the bushes and under the house in the mud and the rain from last year were enough to make me really dread going back out there this morning.  I put it off as I sipped my coffee and, fortunately, there came a break in the clouds and I decided there was nothing for it but to go out and fix the thing.  I grabbed the pruners, as I live in blackberry country, and the entrance to the sump is down under the rhododendrons.  I also brought along a nice large black trash bag.  I stopped at the breaker box to make sure I hadn’t tripped a breaker on the pump.  Once I got the area cleared of snagging blackberries, I put my trash bag down and crawled under the bushes.  When I lifted the lid to the sump pump, I could see it was nearly full of water — it’s been really raining.  I thought to myself, “I spent way too much time under here last year for there to be anything major wrong.”  Fortunately, I was right!  I unplugged the pump, cleaned around the plug, and plugged it back in.  I then pushed the red button on the ground fault interruptor, and the pump immediately sprang to action!  I am so relieved.  It’s nice to know I did the job the correct way first time.  I think I may have tripped the fault when I used the outlet with the weed whacker this summer.  It was so nice not to have to take everything apart and crawl down in there again!  Here you can see that the water is all just about gone.  I’m hoping all will stay dry for the winter.

Sump pump

More joys of home ownership

I have been glorying in the return of the rain to Oregon.  It was a long, dry, hot, and eventually, crispy summer.  Not that I didn’t enjoy the beautiful weather, but it gets old.  I’ve been enjoying watching the grass turn green again, the fall crocus popping from the ground, the birds playing and bathing in the puddles.  What could happen to dampen (pun intended) my joy in the wonderful rain?  The realization that the sump pump is not running.  You may remember my forays into plumbing last year, where I spent days under the house installing a new sump pump.  Now I must battle the sticky orb spider webs and crawl back under there to see what’s going on.  Hopefully, it’s as simple as a flip of the ground fault interruptor.  I hope it won’t be a major job.  The good news, however, is that despite the fairly steady rain, the bathroom ceiling is not leaking this year!

Yes, there are times when I really wish I could call the landlord, but I do like knowing that if I decide to paint, remodel, knock out a wall, or change a light fixture, I don’t have to ask anyone.  And I’m proud to say that I can handle almost all of the problems myself.