It's been the usual spring/early summer busy around here. However, I just haven't quite gotten the routine down yet. After being out of work for two years, I'm out of practice for squeezing in tasks and chores wherever I can.
Don brought home pounds of pure beeswax. I thought about selling/giving it away as it, but it had darkened with age, so thought my chances would be better if I made candles. I have a rather large collection of jello molds that I like to use for molding soap, so just used those, drilled the hole for the wick & threaded it through. Of course, what seemed to me a small project turned out to be a much longer duration...*melt wax, oil mold, pour wax, cool overnight, unmold, find that about 20% stuck to the mold*, repeat from * to * until sick of process. I much prefer soap!
Meg continues to work with her baby, Sugar. Every time I see them together, there is something else that has improved: This show was all about how much calmer and relaxed Meg was, which translated to a much calmer Sugar (even if she didn't perform as well as she should have). Considering that this is the second day of a two-day show, being stalled in a strange place and all that waiting around until it's your turn, they did OK.
This is the year of the rescue critters. Magic is just turning out to be a charming little dog. She just wants to please me and Don. Maybe me a little more...gotta say, that's kind of gratifying, if a little small-minded of me. I mentioned that I would really like to have a cat around. I just like them. Don, not so much; he likes other peoples cats. Despite that, he pointed out a cat that was on the website for the city shelter. Not only did she seem to fit our desired cat-specs (female, not a kitten, not geriatric, spayed, preferably declawed), and the price was right as cat adoptions were free. I wasn't going to argue, so off I went right after work one day and picked up Daisy.
Again, we seem to have gotten lucky in rescue land. Not only does she meet all the above cat-specs, but she is affectionate without being too needy, even tempered, does not crowd the door to get out and she and Magic get along (a non-event). I'm guessing her reason for being at the shelter is perhaps neglect (rather than abuse), her lovely fur is patchy from matt removal and she's on the thin/undermuscled side. Daisy is going to be one gorgeous cat in no time at all!
Magic says: "What is that cat doing?!?!?"
Remember how I blogged about there being a ridiculous amount of rain a few months ago? Well, now we haven't had any rain to speak of for the last month and a half or so. I suppose it's too much to ask for something in-between? At least it's good pool weather.
Tonight, I was planning on taking my spinning wheel out on the patio and enjoying a very nice evening. However, the skunk is back. In a way, it's kind of funny. You see, my daughter was out front with both her dog and mine when I went out to hang out, too. At that point, I just quietly called for the dogs to come in (they did) and DD just looked at me in bewilderment. I suggested she turn around so that she could see the skunk that was about 40 feet behind her. I'm half thinking that maybe I should call one of those nuisance wildlife trappers to come take it away.
