Such a busy weekend. Had me hopping until 10 every night. Considering I am busy from the time my feet hit the floor, it should come as no surprise that I was happy to have a relatively slow day today.
So slow that I actually dozed in my chair behind the desk. I has the chair tilted back, just so, and my feet were propped up on a box under the desk. I was totally relaxed and in that pleasant state of half sleep. I heard HeWho never has all the parts he needs for any given project tell me he was "running to town".
In my lazy state, I was aware enough to want to tell him to drive (ha ha), but too lazy to actually voice it. I knew I would wake if anyone came in the store and I was low enough to not be seen. Confidant in my circumstance, I was just lolling there half asleep, a book speaking to me.
All was well ...... until HeWho likes to bumble around knocked a piece of pipe over and the sudden clanging brought me straight up and out of my chair. And then HE GOT MAD AT ME because it was somehow all my fault. Yes, I knew the pipe was there. I had every intention of attaching one of my "DO NOT PICK APPLES" signs to it and the pound it into the ground near the tree. I have no idea what he thought he was looking for, but he said he was leaving and I thought I was alone.
He took a nap yesterday and I didn't make any loud clanging noises to jolt him out of his slumber. I am now considering buy a cowbell for just such an occasion.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Bath Time
Summer has arrived and one day tumbles into the next. Endless mowing and weeding and falling into bed to sleep a few hours. I tend to wake with the sun this time of year and then stay outside as long as there is enough light to garden.
Summer will be over soon enough and I will sleep longer when the short winter days come along. I am a better pet mom during the off season. I am with them more and I am better with the whole grooming thing. I try to bathe them all once a month. A marathon of soapy wet dogs and an achy back by the time I have accomplished all four. Martha, the boy cat, makes himself scarce when he sees me pull out the dog towels from the linen closet.
Not long go I decided that the canines were long over due. The dachshunds were smelling like hounds and Wall-E smelled like he had found a carcass to rub himself in. Toni Louise keeps herself clean and rarely smells unless she gets wet in the rain. She has the most fur, though and is the hardest to rinse. She is pretty good about the soaping down part, but she gets impatient to be done during the rinsing process. But, if I don't get all that shampoo out of her coat, she is apt to have itchy "hot spots".
For the reasons mentioned I chose to bathe her first. The hounds stood at the gate to the bedroom hall and were verbal about their desire to have a bath. They love a good bath. When Toni L and I emerged from the bathroom, me soaking wet and her wrapped in a towel, Wall-E slithered away on his belly to an unknown location. I guess he thinks if he stays low to the ground I won't see him.
Cujo and Charming Eddie both enjoyed the time in the tub and ditched the towels as soon as they could to run as fast as they could in figure 8's around the living room. Eddie started to shiver and picked up his towel in his teeth and brought it to me. He likes for me to hold him until he regains a semblance of dry and is no longer shivering. Taking advantage of a good excuse to sit down, I grabbed a dry towel and complied with his wishes.
I was still sitting there when HeWho chlorinates the pool came in. Eddie was sleeping against my chest and I just didn't have the heart to wake him to go bathe Wall-E. HeWho will help me bathe the canines from time to time by taking on the duties of drying them, offered to bathe Wall-E.
Wall-E does not enjoy the process of becoming clean any more that he likes to have his toenails clipped. He tolerates it because he knows better than to argue with me. I had to put Eddie down to help catch Wall-E and decided that I might need to offer assistance.
You would have thought my husband had never bathed a dog. He looked at me with his hands out and asked what to do next after I heaved the mutt into the tub. He informed me that he could not kneel on his bum knee and I informed him that I did not kneel, either. I bent over. With Wall-E, it is best to be in a position to lunge after him when he tries to escape. I half-heartedly offered to take over, but he insisted on finishing the task. You will recall that I had already done 3 of the 4 dogs.
So, I am telling you all of this so that you will understand why I am so upset with Wall-E. I am tired at the end of the day and want nothing more that to sit down and unwind for 30 minutes before taking on the night time ritual of getting Martha, the boy cat, settled outside for a night of hunting and the four dogs pee-pee ritual done before lifting them all into the bed.
Yesterday, I went into the kitchen to let the dogs out, as I do periodically all day. I have been known to stand at the door and watch them as they run through the yard and stop to take care of business. I was doing just that when I noticed Wall-E. Wall-E still squats to pee sometimes. It is only when he is feeling aggressive that he will hike his leg to perform this task of eliminating his waste. He hikes to mark territory.
Yesterday, as I looked on, his hind leg was hiked so high that his back end was twisted as if he had a hinge in his spine and he was PEEING ON MY EDDIE! Eddie was just standing there, minding his own business as the stream of urine hit his leg and then his foot. Poor Eddie looked around as he shook his paw, as if trying to find the source of this sudden soaking. He even looked at the sky!
I shrieked at Wall-E and told Eddie to move. Wall-E had the decency to look ashamed, but he did not escape my wrath. He slithered on the ground ..... in the pee, as I scolded him. Had to wash his belly and Eddie's side. I was not happy!
Summer will be over soon enough and I will sleep longer when the short winter days come along. I am a better pet mom during the off season. I am with them more and I am better with the whole grooming thing. I try to bathe them all once a month. A marathon of soapy wet dogs and an achy back by the time I have accomplished all four. Martha, the boy cat, makes himself scarce when he sees me pull out the dog towels from the linen closet.
Not long go I decided that the canines were long over due. The dachshunds were smelling like hounds and Wall-E smelled like he had found a carcass to rub himself in. Toni Louise keeps herself clean and rarely smells unless she gets wet in the rain. She has the most fur, though and is the hardest to rinse. She is pretty good about the soaping down part, but she gets impatient to be done during the rinsing process. But, if I don't get all that shampoo out of her coat, she is apt to have itchy "hot spots".
For the reasons mentioned I chose to bathe her first. The hounds stood at the gate to the bedroom hall and were verbal about their desire to have a bath. They love a good bath. When Toni L and I emerged from the bathroom, me soaking wet and her wrapped in a towel, Wall-E slithered away on his belly to an unknown location. I guess he thinks if he stays low to the ground I won't see him.
Cujo and Charming Eddie both enjoyed the time in the tub and ditched the towels as soon as they could to run as fast as they could in figure 8's around the living room. Eddie started to shiver and picked up his towel in his teeth and brought it to me. He likes for me to hold him until he regains a semblance of dry and is no longer shivering. Taking advantage of a good excuse to sit down, I grabbed a dry towel and complied with his wishes.
I was still sitting there when HeWho chlorinates the pool came in. Eddie was sleeping against my chest and I just didn't have the heart to wake him to go bathe Wall-E. HeWho will help me bathe the canines from time to time by taking on the duties of drying them, offered to bathe Wall-E.
Wall-E does not enjoy the process of becoming clean any more that he likes to have his toenails clipped. He tolerates it because he knows better than to argue with me. I had to put Eddie down to help catch Wall-E and decided that I might need to offer assistance.
You would have thought my husband had never bathed a dog. He looked at me with his hands out and asked what to do next after I heaved the mutt into the tub. He informed me that he could not kneel on his bum knee and I informed him that I did not kneel, either. I bent over. With Wall-E, it is best to be in a position to lunge after him when he tries to escape. I half-heartedly offered to take over, but he insisted on finishing the task. You will recall that I had already done 3 of the 4 dogs.
So, I am telling you all of this so that you will understand why I am so upset with Wall-E. I am tired at the end of the day and want nothing more that to sit down and unwind for 30 minutes before taking on the night time ritual of getting Martha, the boy cat, settled outside for a night of hunting and the four dogs pee-pee ritual done before lifting them all into the bed.
Yesterday, I went into the kitchen to let the dogs out, as I do periodically all day. I have been known to stand at the door and watch them as they run through the yard and stop to take care of business. I was doing just that when I noticed Wall-E. Wall-E still squats to pee sometimes. It is only when he is feeling aggressive that he will hike his leg to perform this task of eliminating his waste. He hikes to mark territory.
Yesterday, as I looked on, his hind leg was hiked so high that his back end was twisted as if he had a hinge in his spine and he was PEEING ON MY EDDIE! Eddie was just standing there, minding his own business as the stream of urine hit his leg and then his foot. Poor Eddie looked around as he shook his paw, as if trying to find the source of this sudden soaking. He even looked at the sky!
I shrieked at Wall-E and told Eddie to move. Wall-E had the decency to look ashamed, but he did not escape my wrath. He slithered on the ground ..... in the pee, as I scolded him. Had to wash his belly and Eddie's side. I was not happy!
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Always Something
Sunday morning. It stormed both nights of the weekend and the air feels fresher and cooler. I arose early, as I have an early arrival for a new tenant. I brewed the magic elixir that makes me lucid and then ventured out to see what damage might have happened overnight.
My gardens seem to be intact and I long to linger, pulling weeds from the damp soil, but bathrooms await my attention. I expected the floors to be muddy and they were. I can't tell you about the surprise in the ladies room. Just imagine something very un-lady like and gross. No, think really disgusting and nasty. You probably still lack the vision that awaited me.
I cope well and thank God that my skin is washable, although I tend to want to use bleach on my hands. Anyhoo, I handled that and then wandered over to what is supposed to be the fairy garden. I picked up the fairy windows and doors that mother nature took apart and then started pulling weeds. It is so satisfying to pulled the roots up with the weeds.
I could see the door from my position in that garden. The small trees must have camouflaged me, though. I popped up from time to time to yell at those daring to speed on my roads. As annoying as it is to have to remind people of my speed limit, the looks of astonishment at being caught were somewhat amusing.
Somewhat. I am tired and not in any mood for shenanigans. I close early today and I am counting the hours. I look forward to a few hours of peaceful oblivion all week long. I will be giving my humble abode lots of needed attention. But I won't have to deal with the public. I imagine the door to be hermetically sealed shut at 6:00. I even cook a meal of real food!
So, here I sit, waiting for the day to end. Letting all the aggravations of the weekend fall away. The apple tree has been stripped clean on the lower branches and there were apples in my pool once again. The culprits were admonished, but one of the grandparents told HeWho that she just could make the children stop. I let HeWho is calmer than me hunt them down by the descriptions provided by those who witnessed the atrocity. I figured he would want to handle this, since he is the one who just spent many hours and lots of money ridding the pool of algae from the last apple pickers.
Rumor has it that he was not nice about it at all. Then last night the wind broke the blades off the ceiling fans in the pavilion ....... What was it Gilda Radner used to say in the voice of Roseanne Roseannadana . It's always something, isn't it?
Friday, June 16, 2017
I Love A Good Mystery ....
It is Friday again. I had to look at my phone to make sure. I was hoping it would say Thursday, but it didn't. I would like to feel a little more rested as the weekend starts, but here it is.
I mowed in the cool hours of the morning and timed it so that I could have a shower. The shower made me want to sleep. I was tired when I pulled myself out of the bed this morning. Yesterday was still lingering ........
42 summer school students came out to swim. Summer school is different than when I was growing up. These were middle school students, 11 and 12 years old. Lots of things have changed since my youth. These kids had lots of money to spend .... one young man had $50. He spent a lot of his time in the store and tried to spend it all. I am not complaining, I just hope his parents knew he had that much money. They all had packed lunches and the payment for swimming had been taken are of. It was a good day for me as far as income goes.
As you all know, I like signs. The sign with the pool rules is 4 feet by 8 feet. NO DIVING is clearly posted. The pool is not deep enough for diving. This would include back flips and other shenanigans, as well. Or, one would think. The very first thing to happen after the school bus off loaded the children ....... a failed back flip with a good size goose egg bump to the head of the boy attempting it. I am not liable, since I do have signage and a sign that advises you are swimming at your own risk. I did worry about the kid, though.
So, today, I am tired. I attempted a nap early afternoon while HeWho mows was in for a rest.
I was all comfy, with my Cujo snugged in next to my leg and Charming Eddie had his long silky body draped across my lap. Wall-E, the wonder dog was in his usual position next to my chair and Toni Louise was in her special day bed made from a drawer and tucked into the bottom shelf of a book case. She likes tight dark spaces.
Eddie has just gone limp with sleep when HeWho mows and sometimes tows got a call back to the impound lot. Eddie and I were none to happy with the situation. But he had to go let someone in their car to retrieve their dead brother.
Not a call one gets every day. I was curious enough to want him to go. He did, but she drove away with the car after giving up the title. I really want to know about the dead brother now!
I mowed in the cool hours of the morning and timed it so that I could have a shower. The shower made me want to sleep. I was tired when I pulled myself out of the bed this morning. Yesterday was still lingering ........
42 summer school students came out to swim. Summer school is different than when I was growing up. These were middle school students, 11 and 12 years old. Lots of things have changed since my youth. These kids had lots of money to spend .... one young man had $50. He spent a lot of his time in the store and tried to spend it all. I am not complaining, I just hope his parents knew he had that much money. They all had packed lunches and the payment for swimming had been taken are of. It was a good day for me as far as income goes.
As you all know, I like signs. The sign with the pool rules is 4 feet by 8 feet. NO DIVING is clearly posted. The pool is not deep enough for diving. This would include back flips and other shenanigans, as well. Or, one would think. The very first thing to happen after the school bus off loaded the children ....... a failed back flip with a good size goose egg bump to the head of the boy attempting it. I am not liable, since I do have signage and a sign that advises you are swimming at your own risk. I did worry about the kid, though.
So, today, I am tired. I attempted a nap early afternoon while HeWho mows was in for a rest.
I was all comfy, with my Cujo snugged in next to my leg and Charming Eddie had his long silky body draped across my lap. Wall-E, the wonder dog was in his usual position next to my chair and Toni Louise was in her special day bed made from a drawer and tucked into the bottom shelf of a book case. She likes tight dark spaces.
Eddie has just gone limp with sleep when HeWho mows and sometimes tows got a call back to the impound lot. Eddie and I were none to happy with the situation. But he had to go let someone in their car to retrieve their dead brother.
Not a call one gets every day. I was curious enough to want him to go. He did, but she drove away with the car after giving up the title. I really want to know about the dead brother now!
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Meeting Miss Daisy
There is no lack of dog and puppies here at Kan-Do Kampground. Not just my dogs. There are actually people who have more dogs that I do! Eddie likes to meet new people. He is quite charming, my Eddie. He is not as fond of meeting other dogs, though. I think he enjoys his status as the new dog. He likes being the center of attention. He is looking straight into my eyes, imploring me to pick him up.
I leave him in the lap of HeWho brought the new puppy, Miss Daisy, in the store to visit and he finally starts an investigation of this bundle of fur.
Miss Daisy is being very polite, letting Eddie sniff her. She doesn't make a sound. Does not protest at all. Not that it would do much good, Eddie looks like a giant next to her.
Apparently she passed inspection. Eddie is just curious. Probably wondering if this dog will be living here with him and the rest of his pack.
She will not be living with his pack, just visiting. She is quite a cutie, though. I am still partial to my Eddie. And I think he knows it!
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Tinted Windows
I tinted my windows in the store. The sun will catch the chrome on a car and like a laser will jab into my eyes. Not only does the tint soften the rays of the sun, it will also contribute to heating and cooling efficiency.
But, what I most enjoy about the tint is that I can see out, but you can't see in. I am always watching. I see all those cars not stopping at my stop signs. I see all you speeders out there and I may not be able to run out and get you ...... but there will come a time. I am watching and I have a speech for you.
I was told this morning that my stop sign is too small. It is the same size used on the roads and streets everywhere. And, I have two of them. One on each side. So if your excuse is that you didn't see the stop sign, how do you know the size of the stop sign? Furthermore, if you are allowed to disregard stop signs that you deem too small to obey, how do you get this far in life without being hit by another vehicle?
I worry about the safety of the children in my park. Adults should be more responsible .... because they are adults. Rules are in place for a reason and I will be more than happy to educate those who need to know the "why's" of my rules. I realize that you are the customer, but I do not abide by "the customer is always right" rule when it comes to my rules. Best not to cop an attitude with me, I have no qualms about asking you to leave.
But, what I most enjoy about the tint is that I can see out, but you can't see in. I am always watching. I see all those cars not stopping at my stop signs. I see all you speeders out there and I may not be able to run out and get you ...... but there will come a time. I am watching and I have a speech for you.
I was told this morning that my stop sign is too small. It is the same size used on the roads and streets everywhere. And, I have two of them. One on each side. So if your excuse is that you didn't see the stop sign, how do you know the size of the stop sign? Furthermore, if you are allowed to disregard stop signs that you deem too small to obey, how do you get this far in life without being hit by another vehicle?
I worry about the safety of the children in my park. Adults should be more responsible .... because they are adults. Rules are in place for a reason and I will be more than happy to educate those who need to know the "why's" of my rules. I realize that you are the customer, but I do not abide by "the customer is always right" rule when it comes to my rules. Best not to cop an attitude with me, I have no qualms about asking you to leave.
Monday, June 12, 2017
Let's Talk About Poop!
I have a bee in my bonnet, a thorn under my skin. I am hot and sweaty and irritated beyond reason.
Let's talk about poop. And algae. I might have mentioned before that I am not partial to weekends. Weekends have me held prisoner in the office/store checking in guests and quoting candy prices to children when I am not making snocones and mopping up the spills from said snocones. Friday and Saturday are 14 hour days. Mondays are clean-up days.
I got outside early and fueled up the mower. I mowed a path towards the dog park. I watched as a lady walked her two dogs over to the dog park. I was hoping she would be quick, but she sat down on the bench and leaned back. Being the nice person that I am, I mowed another area as I waited for her to exit the park.
Now I wish I had gone on over. I wasn't watching her, just glancing up now and again to see if the park was occupied. I have limited time in the morning and I wanted to take care of the dog park. I had my clippers in my pocket to trim some low limbs and planned to weed a little while I was there.
I had to stop the mower EIGHT times to pick up poop. Two of piles were fresh, a gift from the morning visit I suppose. There is a sign right at the entrance demanding people to pick up their dog's poop. I even point out the location of the dog park when I am checking people in and I remind them to pick up after their pets. After my last poop picking adventure, I sprayed an Oxyclean container school bus yellow. I carved a hole in the bottom and then carefully filled it with Walmart bags (my poop bag of choice) so that when you pulled one bag out another would come out the hole just enough to grab for the next user. I put the lid on to keep them nice and dry and attached it to the chain link fence.
Not only did they not make proper use of my bags, but some idiot took the lid off the container and let their dog chew it up. Maybe the same person who was eating skittles and just threw the bag on the ground? I sincerely hope the guilty parties will read this and not visit here again. You know who you are.
On to algae. The pool is closed today. Over the weekend, which was very busy, children picked my tiny green apples from the tree and PUT THEM IN THE POOL. You know, to play. I have pool toys available to purchase in my store, but green apples are free, right? When I was a child, I knew better than to take things that did not belong to me. Children today seem to think the world is their playground and they can do whatever they want with whatever they want.
My camping prices are quite reasonable, so when I have to spend a lot of time and money fixing something just because someone does not want to be responsible for their children ....... I begin to wonder why I am even doing this. It would be cheaper to fill that pool with cement. Of course the people who come here for the pool would object and never come back, but right this minute I am wondering if that would be such a bad thing!
I must go help in the pool now and then make signs about picking apples .......
Let's talk about poop. And algae. I might have mentioned before that I am not partial to weekends. Weekends have me held prisoner in the office/store checking in guests and quoting candy prices to children when I am not making snocones and mopping up the spills from said snocones. Friday and Saturday are 14 hour days. Mondays are clean-up days.
I got outside early and fueled up the mower. I mowed a path towards the dog park. I watched as a lady walked her two dogs over to the dog park. I was hoping she would be quick, but she sat down on the bench and leaned back. Being the nice person that I am, I mowed another area as I waited for her to exit the park.
Now I wish I had gone on over. I wasn't watching her, just glancing up now and again to see if the park was occupied. I have limited time in the morning and I wanted to take care of the dog park. I had my clippers in my pocket to trim some low limbs and planned to weed a little while I was there.
I had to stop the mower EIGHT times to pick up poop. Two of piles were fresh, a gift from the morning visit I suppose. There is a sign right at the entrance demanding people to pick up their dog's poop. I even point out the location of the dog park when I am checking people in and I remind them to pick up after their pets. After my last poop picking adventure, I sprayed an Oxyclean container school bus yellow. I carved a hole in the bottom and then carefully filled it with Walmart bags (my poop bag of choice) so that when you pulled one bag out another would come out the hole just enough to grab for the next user. I put the lid on to keep them nice and dry and attached it to the chain link fence.
Not only did they not make proper use of my bags, but some idiot took the lid off the container and let their dog chew it up. Maybe the same person who was eating skittles and just threw the bag on the ground? I sincerely hope the guilty parties will read this and not visit here again. You know who you are.
On to algae. The pool is closed today. Over the weekend, which was very busy, children picked my tiny green apples from the tree and PUT THEM IN THE POOL. You know, to play. I have pool toys available to purchase in my store, but green apples are free, right? When I was a child, I knew better than to take things that did not belong to me. Children today seem to think the world is their playground and they can do whatever they want with whatever they want.
My camping prices are quite reasonable, so when I have to spend a lot of time and money fixing something just because someone does not want to be responsible for their children ....... I begin to wonder why I am even doing this. It would be cheaper to fill that pool with cement. Of course the people who come here for the pool would object and never come back, but right this minute I am wondering if that would be such a bad thing!
I must go help in the pool now and then make signs about picking apples .......
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