First of all the picture of my legs (see previous two posts for the story of the blood clot a
See all the junk behind me, that needs picked up and the desk needs cleaned, OK you realy can't see it but it's there trust me, can't file if I can't walk around much huh? OK maybe that's an excuse and I need to do that later today. I also need to plant, mow, weed, clean, dust and wash, plus pack for my trip to Louisiana that MIGHT GET DELAYED! Something about not letting me drive 700 miles with a blood clot. I'm prepared to bargain, I'll use the cruise control and stop every 100 miles and walk a bit? Doubt if that would make the doctor happy but we will just have to see what kind of blood clot it is. PLUS my daughter and "friend" are coming next week so it would be nice since he's like a neat person if the house wasn't like germy and messy or @ least not ready to be condemmed? See my nice flip flop lines on my feet, you know you don't dare call them thongs anmore or you get really strange looks?
Now I'm wondering if animals can really sense when you are injured or hurt. My dogs are sleeping, the cat does seem to be more attentive than usual but that problem was solved when I filled the large graniteware pan they call a food bowl. These are the dogs being worried. Part of the family room is still concrete (Mugsey is laying there because it's the coolest place) because it used to be a garage that was half carpeted. It's still half carpeted, with the wear and tear this room gets I just can't see new carpet but we will have to eventually. Anyway the dogs could care less, Dispatch does sleep by that leg that is swelling quite a bit I've noticed.
So why this obsession with weeding and mowing? Here's the front of the house, see the overgrown flowerbed? I didn't pick the hose up because I'm not supposed to be walking much you see?

Then there is all this lawn, see the line of yellowish grass way in the distance down by the white house, we mow to there, soon this will be hay, thanks to my handy dandy cousin who does it, my husband would love to do it but this involves much time and about $10,000 worth of equipment we don't have. The pile of brush beyond the lawn furniture, I drug that over there yesterday, we are having a wienie roast next Tuesday night, I bet I can do that with my leg elevated! Anyway I usually do carry the brush off but have been stockpiling it from the storms
Here's the view to the north, see the yellowish grass there, we mow to there, and here's the log cabin I'm always talking about. We mow over there too. No it doesn't need mowed right now, I just finished by the cabin but it will soon need mowed over on this side of the driveway. Luckily my (jailers) grandsons are coming over later to watch me lay on the couch, they probably won't let me blog much unless I find something to bribe them with or use the laptop which gets hot and probably won't work on the couch. I do have ice cream in the freezer which can be used for currency, I can also let them go fish! I bet fishing is out until the ultrasound tomorrow too huh? I just don't see the difference between what I've been doing the last few days and what I do the next two till I get some dumb test? Other than work like @ my "real" job. Can you tell I'm not a good patient?
Now for animal related stuff, if you haven't read Merle's Door by Ted Kerasote I highly recommend it, I'm reading it for the second time. OK, I storied about having nothing to read. Merle is approximately the same mixed breed as Mugsey, see photo above. Mugsey chases butterflies and vultures, Merle chased buffalo and prarie dogs, Merle was OK with rifles and hated shotguns? Mugsey hates anything that is above a normal speaking tone and goes into a trembling fit. Also Merle seemed to be much more shall we say active than Mugsey? Merle also seemed to have more personality or maybe it's just an active personality, one that doesn't involve snuggling and sleeping a great deal of the time like Mugsey. Mugsey is all about being a lap dog you see if he can get away with it. All people other than Mama and Daddy are subject to him crawling on the couch with them and then slowly inching his way onto their laps unless stopped. Since he's close to 50 lb probably (haven't weighed him lately and I bet I'm not supposed to go pick him up now because of my stupid LEG) him being on peoples laps is really not an option. I have also seen Mugsey hide behind Dispatch when they were "attacking" something like the strange hound that was in the yard yesterday. Not a pretty sight!Back to my couch and book. I've also been reading Rubinman's mamas blog Forever Amber which is hilarious and Me and My Dogs (OK just the dog parts not much of the politics, I love Buttercup) and of course blogs like MzzLily's blahwg!, SquirrelQueens The Road to Here, see how neatly I got those in there? :-)