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Well, knock me down. This is the second cone collar used in this house in a week. :-)
Daisy tore a dew claw a few days ago, so we took her to the vet yesterday morning to have the nail removed. That must have been harrowing; I'm so glad Bunny and I went to the waiting room for that part. It was bad enough hearing the squeeeks from clear across the clinic.
PROS: Save about $50 a month. Emeril the famous chef will just have to make bologna sandwiches flambé without me. No more worrying where Chapelle is. No more Sci-Fi Channel with their dreadfully formulaic alien-vs-human dramas. No more Rugrats.
CONS: No more home and garden shows! This hurts. Not that I ever used their decorating tips, ever, but it's the principle of the thing.
MIDDLE GROUND: It seems we'll still have network TV, which I never watch but other people seem to think is better than being cut off completely. So there'll still be a voice in my house constantly assuring me that fifteen minutes could save me fifteen percent or more on car insurance, and that Oil of Olay is the perfect way to more beautiful skin.
We're out in our backyard before it gets hot. Bunny made a fort out of sheets and a sleeping bag, plus four chairs and a whole lotta clothespins. Sure, we've tried different styles, but always come back to the classic. See our dog Daisy? She wouldn't miss being in the middle of it for anything.
[Also posted on Ten:Ten]
It's probably bad of me, but I've always used the lawn of the house across the street to gauge when it's time to mow my own lawn. That house belongs to a retired woman who's allergic to grass. She only mows when absolutely necessary, so she doesn't lose her cat in the weeds! So if she's mowed, I know it's high time to snap to it and do the same.
Not that our lawns are really made of grass. They are more a combination of crabgrass and any stray seeds/spoors that have blown here from parts unknown, volunteering to grow just enough to keep the dirt from showing through. Still, we are diligent, my neighbors and me, maintaining a sort of meadow status quo.
Meanwhile, Neighbor Bob's wife is visiting relatives in San Jose. While she's gone, he's tearing out the master bath and installing a new shower. N.Bill is helping. I doubt if he was even asked; he just lives for other people's home improvement projects. Power tools, stuff that's difficult to install, and ESPN blaring from a TV that nobody's watching.
N.Bill made BB and me walk over to see the progress, because in his opinion, our bathrooms both need this work ASAP. Bill and Bob keep a carefully itemized list in their heads, of what it would cost to redo our bathrooms. I bet for the price of a steak dinner with all the trimmings, they even would do a lot of the labor for us.
But not today, guys. N.Bill looked shocked to see us pile into the car with our backpacks and swimsuits. "You're leaving?!" As if he had fully expected us to get so inspired, we'd run home and turn on ESPN and start ripping out our own flooring and shower stalls.
I said, "You know how sometimes a kid wants to help out, but he's really underfoot, so you tell him, 'go help your mother'? Well, think of the three of us as the kid, and the Family Fitness Center as Mother."
::toot toot:: Buh-bye!
Maybe I'm temporarily bored with white walls, but these bathrooms actually look cool ...
[h/t: The Steel Deal]
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