Yesterday was Mother's Day. I can't say that I was the best hubby but, for me, I was pretty darn good. Gave her a couple (few) items which I felt were appropriate along with 2 Cards: one from me and one from the dogs - they had gone to Walmart with me and helped me pick it out. They have great taste in Mother's Day cards.
Putting the dogs in the pit, we headed for Waxahachie for lunch and shopping. Lunch was at Ryans (a Golden Corral look-a-like). I can eat steak there, and she can eat meatloaf. That is good for the pair of us.
The shopping started at Lowe's ( a Home Depot look-a-like). We have found that this store has a wide variety of plants while our own Home Depot is not quite as good. Plus - there may always be a plus - she wanted some Moss Rose plants. Lowe's always has an abundance of Moss Rose.
Won't bore you with a listing of all the plants. There were too many for sure. I explain it this way. Yesterday was Mother's Day. Today is Father's Day to dig holes and plant green things. And as projected, I spent most of the day with a shovel and a water hose.
Last week we bought a little fountain which was fired up today decorated with appropriate outdoor trinkets. I am not sure why we have never had a fountain before. Tomorrow it is back to Home Depot to buy some more Pine Bark Mulch. Neil Sperry likes this stuff; so we do too. If you don't know Neil, look for him on the internet or on 820 A.M. Sunday mornings. Good plant guy.
We do Netflix. This past week we dug out the 1975 version of the Great Gatsby. I couldn't tell why we have never seen this movie. In 1975 Roger was 5 years old, Laura about 8, & Christine in the 11 variety. We were still living in Ardmore and were somewhat poor. We rarely left the house and the kids to do anything.
I would suggest that everyone look for this 1975 movie either before or after they attend the 2013 edition. I imagine we will go see 2013 sometime this week. I am always curious what the movie clowns do to change the old movie. I bet it will be good.
Dog Stone: When the dogs are in the Pit and we are gone, our arrival home brings all five to the back gate barking and squealing to get out and love on their parents. Today we went to the grocery store. Upon arrival home, i started to let them out. All 5 were wound up really tight.
The gate open and they fought with each other to squeeze out the gate. Greta and Liesl always stop to be petted briefly then race forward. Fritz goes through the gate and heads for the back door to shout how it must be time to eat again. Oscar stops at your feet and drops his ball at your feet - taking off immediately down the hill to chase the ball. Bruno gets so excited - he has what my wife calls a runaway. He bounds to the back porch then runs in circles around the furniture - runaway, 3 maybe 4 times in a big circle - he is so innocent and excited.
Today, the same. I bent over to pet Greta and Liesl with the right hand while I picked up the blue ball with the left casting it behind me down the hill. The ball was slimy and slipped from my fingers barely plopping its way down the hill. Simultaneously and uncharacteristically Bruno came running from his first tour of the back porch, sailing off the porch as he took off down the hill after the ball. He NEVER chases Oscar's blue ball - NEVER. Oscar, seeing the ball oozing down the hill reversed his course aiming for the ball with all the speed he could muster.
I could see it coming, two chocolate dachshunds bearing down on a poor innocent little blue ball. Both arrived at the same time, Bruno running down the hill and Oscar diagonally up the hill. Wham! Bruno, who weighs in about 7 pounds heavier than Oscar, just barreled over Oscar who rolled sidewise down the hill while Bruno rescued the ball from its journey. Within 5 seconds, Bruno ran a few steps up the hill, spitting out the ball as he raced for the back porch to continue his circle tour. Oscar finished his rolling, straightening himself to re-attack the now re-rolling ball. His being run over by a freight train and consequential roll down a hill, didn't faze Oscar one bit as he snatched the blue ball up in one quick swoop. Up the hill he came to drop the ball at me feet once again. That boy is an athlete. Dogs are fun. Everyone needs some.
so I close till next time.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Monday, May 13, 2013
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