Plans v. life

This was to be our first ‘fun’ weekend, but it wasn’t. The weather turned warm, I was up at 6, and Pat slept till 10. By the time she got up, I was deep into the final stages of building shelves and organizing the garage/workspace. Like baseball players, we respect the streak. So when the psyche says organize, we do. Not exciting, but very satisfying to have it done, or mostly done. We have about a half dozen boxes to bring in for storage or to distribute stuff around the house. One more utility shelf in the basement will do it, I think.

We have been nursing an injured dog all week. Last weekend Lucy met the neighborhood dogs and during a active discussion over who was the A-dog, she twisted her rear leg and pulled a ligament. She has been hobbling all week. The vet says it may heal on its own, or may need surgery. Wait a couple of weeks and see. In the meantime, no running, jumping etc, so it is back on the long leash. The supreme unfairness is that she was just getting to the point of being trusted to be free. So far she is tolerating this confinement. Walking tires her quickly and the woods have been less inviting as a result. Lucy went through this with the other leg in 2008. I hope we can avoid the surgery this time.

We saw a doe and her fawn last week, but not at our house. They were wading in the Duck Pond about 1.5 miles down the road. Duck pond is a really beautiful natural pond, probably about 2.5 acres overall, but with several inlets that stick back between the hills. The inlet with the deer was only a few inches of water and very marshy. The other nearby lake is Styles pond. It is much bigger, probably 2 square miles. The highway runs right at the bank for almost 2 miles, and the view is fabulous. This one is the municipal water supply, so no activity allowed there. I haven't seen much activity at Duck Pond, either for that matter. A pair of canada geese were resident there when we first arrived but have long since departed. We did see some wild turkey in a field a couple of weeks ago. Other that and numerous reports of other people seeing a bear, the wild life here are staying hidden, at least in our neck of the woods.