Well, well, well!
Sunday, March 26, 2023
The art league near me has craft shows a few times a year, but I haven't gone to one for a while, and when I saw it was this weekend, and the Bruins game on Sunday was at 5, that gave me enough time to go and check it out without rushing. It was fun!
There were roughly two dozen vendors; a surprising lot of them were jewelry, and I don't wear jewelry that much, so I didn't make any purchases there. And there were a couple of clothing ones where I didn't bother digging in to check for my size, since the choices tend to be limited to none for bigger people like me. There were a couple of booths that had large art/décor, that people might use for on their lanai or by the pool, which I appreciated but was not shopping for.
But I did buy a few things! There was a tent with these little shells that a woman paints in different ways, and I had to get a couple of those. She calls them ring holders, and I'm not describing it well, so here, look:
Friday, March 24, 2023
I know, I just did Maggie photos, but Maggie would like you to know that the third lap of the day might be the best yet.
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Sunday, March 19, 2023
The yarn that I mentioned last week arrived safely, two big skeins of it. Lovely tonal reds.
Thursday, March 16, 2023
Half dozen more movie ratings from the Boston Globe! Shall we?
I couldn't even tell you the last movie I went to, but these things are just so fun.
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Those of you with pets, do you think that they understand what you say?
I don't just mean by tone of voice: Maggie knows that "you're so cute" and "hello, baby girl" are good things, but I could say (and in fact have said) "you are such a pain in the ass" in the same tone and she wouldn't know the difference. I'm talking about actual words, like walk or treat, or even more complex ideas.
I was thinking about it recently when she once again proved that she knows what I mean when, as she hesitates to eat the remaining food in the bowl, I tell her, "You eat this and then I'll give you more." She almost always will eat what's there, but if I don't immediately take the bowl to get her more, I will see her in the kitchen by the food, looking reproachful. "You said!"
There was a column in the Boston Globe Sunday that touched on this in the context of family code words, and I was most amused by these:
"...my wife and I started referring to them as certain individuals, as in, ‘Is it time for certain individuals to take their evening meal?’ They have cracked all the codes for walks, car trips, etc., and they can spell T-R-E-A-T-S. But one phrase they have never been able to get is certain individuals, and so that has become the established code in our house for the dogs."
“In a house with two active dogs, you cannot say ‘walk the dog’ without causing immediate chaos. So we switch to things dogs are less likely to glom on to, like perambulate the pup. ‘Hey, I’m home! Do the pups need perambulating?’”
Maggie definitely knows some phrases. "Tuck a kitty in a blanket" is one, and specifically for my mother's bed, she knows "blue blanket." (She really likes sleeping in the blue blanket; it seems ordinary to us, but clearly we know nothing.)
The other category has to do with her preference to be the one deciding where to snuggle in: she hates to think that she's following our suggestions. So she'll jump on my bed and hesitate when I lift a blanket for her to go under. But if I say things like "Where would you like to go?" or "It's up to you" or "It's your call," nine times out of ten she heads right under. Just so we're clear who decided.
She also understands the meaning of "no," but does not see how that applies to her. Ever.
Monday, March 13, 2023
Mom and I ran into Walmart for a few things on Saturday, and when I touched a blanket on a clearance display, I told her she had to touch it. She did, and told me to pick a color, so for $8 we brought home a very soft blanket (to a home that is full of soft blankets, I know, shut up).
So, if you need to see something relaxing, watch Maggie embrace the blanket, Saturday night and Sunday and through to Monday morning.
Yes, that lump is her as well. It's a hard life.