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.

wet dog

 

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.

What is the meaning of this?

Okay, Weathergirl, you’ve got some ‘splaining to do.  You said that today would be just as foggy and cold as yesterday.  I had planned to stay in, take the tree down (sob – I really don’t want to), and start organizing my spare room while removing everything from it so that I can paint and start fresh.  However, I awake to find this!

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There’s blue sky accompanied by a yellow glowing ball of some sort off to the southeast there.  How could you do this to me?  I have plans, but I cannot resist taking the dog out for a walk or a ball-toss in the park when the sun is actually in the sky.  Harumph!  You have totally ruined my day, but I’ll take it anyway!

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.

Happy feet

My new shoes arrived bright and early this morning.  They are very comfortable, and the upper part of the shoe is much more substantial than my older shoes, so these are more appropriate for the fall weather.  We have another bright and beautiful day here in Eugene, so Ozzie and I will be back out on the road later today for a good walk.  Since the skies are so clear, it gets a bit chilly here at night — temperatures have been near freezing — so we’ll wait for things to warm up a bit before we head out.  This will give me some time to quilt and, perhaps, time for my Fitbit to arrive so that I can take it for a test drive.  The tracking information says it’s on the truck, on it’s way to my doorstep.

In the meanwhile, here are some photos from yesterday’s walk.  The trees are so pretty this year!

Madison St trees 2

19th St trees

Tyler St trees

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.

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.