Fashion Police

January 7, 2012

Finished reading The Leader (Port Townsend newspaper) and eating the rest of the chocolate selection of German cookies from the generous care package the Laura’s sent me last week. My favorite section of the paper are the Police and Sheriff Logs and other than the old timer that attacked assisted living facility staff with a potato peeler, they declared “out of 231 calls, seven were related to a dog, cow or other animal and 15 were either partially or totally retracted.” Time in the wading pool pulling and pushing my tender ankle through the water and more reading, Intermitten Skyping with Taelor and where did the day go?

Dono chucked some outdated and undersized clothes in a substantial pile for the maid so I pawed thru it and found a few workable weather appropriate shirts. Still in the “get something and give something” mode so I scrounged through my plastic bags to donate to the pile. Taelor and I went through that process for several years in numerous times in our lives. Keeps down the stored items and feels productive to give to others who aren’t so fortunate to attain something new. Dono took one look at my shirt this morning and declared “I have that very same shirt!” Guess she had forgotten she had given several up for this afternoon she barked the exact words again, turning to her hospitable elderly caffeine loaded friend and pointed at my floral printed tie back top. The recent DIY haircut chiseled son of the visitor grasped his mother’s ring-barrened hand as they raced out to jump in their unattended car ahead of the utility truck. If they hadn’t left when they did, it would have been impossible to pass the cumbersome work vehicle and exit the sandy and ruddy street. Evidently there was an appointment to make soonish. Never did catch their names!

The chunky blonde neighbor has an ailing dog that cannot eat and whines and cries throughout the day. I practiced my Tellington Touch on her and massaged her belly to help with the digestion challenges. Cookie (the neighbor lady, not the dog) lives next door and hollers her many demands over the fence. I can certainly help with the dog issues, at least for a bit. The veterinarian cannot find anything wrong with Sasha so anything I attempt is better than nothing.