Monday, 9:33 pm
Here’s our weather forecast for the next week. It’s pretty much like last week and the week before and the week before that. Except, maybe, a bit warmer. If it says 50% chance of rain, we get our full 50%. And when it’s not raining, it’s still cloudy or we’re socked in with fog. We are growing moldy. And depressed. I will never get any painting done this summer if this doesn’t stop. I mean it. Everything is perpetually wet. And the humidity never drops below 90%. It is the worst weather since...maybe last summer. Lord, what a wretched climate.
CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF SHOWERS AND DRIZZLE. SHOWERS MAY
BE HEAVY AT TIMES THIS EVENING. AREAS OF FOG. LOWS IN THE UPPER
50S. LIGHT AND VARIABLE WINDS. CHANCE OF RAIN 50 PERCENT.
MOSTLY CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF SHOWERS AND THUNDERSTORMS.
HIGHS IN THE LOWER TO MID 70S. EAST WINDS AROUND 10 MPH. CHANCE OF
RAIN 50 PERCENT.
MOSTLY CLOUDY. A CHANCE OF RAIN AND DRIZZLE IN THE
THEN RAIN AND DRIZZLE LIKELY AFTER MIDNIGHT. PATCHY FOG.
LOWS IN THE UPPER 50S. EAST WINDS AROUND 10 MPH IN THE
BECOMING LIGHT AND VARIABLE. CHANCE OF RAIN 70 PERCENT.
RAIN AND DRIZZLE LIKELY. PATCHY FOG. HIGHS IN THE UPPER
60S. EAST WINDS 10 TO 15 MPH. CHANCE OF RAIN 70 PERCENT.
RAIN AND DRIZZLE LIKELY IN THE EVENING
CHANCE OF RAIN AND DRIZZLE AFTER MIDNIGHT. PATCHY FOG. LOWS IN THE
UPPER 50S. EAST WINDS AROUND 10 MPH IN THE EVENING
AND VARIABLE. CHANCE OF RAIN 70 PERCENT.
SHOWERS LIKELY. HIGHS IN THE LOWER 70S. CHANCE OF RAIN
CLOUDY WITH A 50 PERCENT CHANCE OF SHOWERS. LOWS
IN THE MID 50S.
MOSTLY CLOUDY WITH A 50 PERCENT CHANCE OF SHOWERS. HIGHS
IN THE MID 70S.
FRIDAY NIGHT AND INDEPENDENCE DAY
MOSTLY CLOUDY. A 40 PERCENT
CHANCE OF SHOWERS. LOWS IN THE MID 50S. HIGHS IN THE LOWER 70S.
PARTLY CLOUDY WITH A 40 PERCENT CHANCE OF SHOWERS.
LOWS IN THE LOWER 50S.
PARTLY SUNNY WITH A 30 PERCENT CHANCE OF SHOWERS. HIGHS IN
THE MID 70S.
SUNDAY NIGHT AND MONDAY
MOSTLY CLOUDY. A 40 PERCENT CHANCE OF
SHOWERS. LOWS IN THE MID 50S. HIGHS IN THE MID 70S.
Thursday, 8:39 pm
Meet Mackenzie, the newest addition to my family. She is sleeping at my feet even as I type.
I decided that Mackenzie is a pretty good name. The shelter folks named her and she had become accustomed enough to the name that she was coming from parts unknown when called by it. She pretty much had the run of the shelter and was, evidently, everyone’s little darling. When I went over later this afternoon, there were 7 people watching my every move with her to make sure we were going to be a good match. They loved that little dog and weren’t in any hurry to see her leave. After I’d been there for an hour or so, Mackenzie plopped herself in my lap and gave me a face full of doggy kisses. And that was good enough for everyone there. Mackenzie gave me her stamp of approval. Thank goodness.
Okay. So. Mackenzie is a Corgi/Chihuahua mix. She has the body of a Corgi, and the legs and head of a Chihuahua. Corgi-ish ears, though. She is most adorable and charming. And has the worst doggy breath I have ever smelled. We’ll have to get the teeth checked in the next couple of weeks, along with her booster shot.
Miss Mackenzie is about 3-4 years of age. She is quite rotund at the moment. I am sorry to report that her nickname has already become waddle-butt. She’s on a special diet and we will do as much walking as she can tolerate. I’ve already exhausted her today. She weighs about 16 pounds and her ideal weight is around 11-12 pounds. So we have some work to do. She gets winded really easily and has a difficult time negotiating the stairs. She loves going for walks though.
Abbie, of course, was appalled when she saw a dog walk in the door with me. She may forgive me in time, but probably not any time soon. Mackenzie loves kitties and wags her tail and barks excitedly every time she sees the kitty. She would like to play with the kitty, not eat the kitty. The nice kitty doesn’t care. It’s a dog. That’s all one needs to say about the matter.
I think Mackenzie is going to be a hand full when she settles in. She’s got personality and, I think, believes that she is going to rule the roost. Hard to say if that is her Corgi or Chihuahua genes kicking in. I think we’ll have a few discussions about who is the boss around here as time goes on. She is a very sweet and affectionate little dog and she already is completely devoted. But, for the next few days, she and I will be attached via leash to establish the household pecking order. I think dog trainers call this leash bonding. I want to make sure that she is completely house trained before I let her have the run of the house. And she needs to know that I am the boss of her time and activities. When we can’t be attached via the leash, she has her crate to curl up in. I was happy to learn that she is already comfortable with a crate and that’s where her bed has been for the last few weeks.
We’ve had a good few hours since her arrival. She’s very willing to take direction and gentle correction. And she loves being with her humans.
I had to go to the store a little while ago and when I returned, it was just so cool having a dog turning happy circles (in her crate), thrilled to bits to have her human home again. I’ve really missed that.
My new dog, maybe?
Wednesday, 8:30 pm
This little girl might end up being a part of the family in the next day or so. Depends on if anyone else grabs her first.
I have been approved by the rescue shelter. After a phone interview, they proclaimed that I and my household would be a very good fit for Mackenzie. I still have to produce proof that I own my house, but that’s just details. We’ll see how this comes together...or not. Something about her photo appeals to me in no uncertain terms. More than any of the others I’ve looked at. I hope to meet her in person tomorrow evening. If you’re interested in reading more about her, this is her shelter page.
Sunday, 1:12 pm
Yes, I have been away from the blog for quite a spell now. And I am notoriously the worst correspondent on the planet so the emails that I didn’t answer weren’t ignored...they just didn’t get answered in this dimension even though I answered them in my head. Very much appreciated, by the way, but I am a lousy correspondent. Just horrible.
All is well, but you have to remember, I’ve been blogging for about 10 years now. I’d reached a point where I Had Nothing To Say That I Hadn’t Already Said. It was then that I began to think that perhaps I should change a few things in my life.
I think we could safely assume it was a mini mid-life crisis. Well, not really that dramatic and I didn’t quite do the equivalent of going out to buy a red sports car....
get my nose pierced.
So you see....
Mid life crisis. Sort of.
The lad is home for the summer. He snagged himself an internship in Boston at the statehouse, working for a state rep. He also snagged paid employment at the same rep’s regional office so we have very entertaining story hours in the evenings around here. We’re also helping the local dry cleaner put his own son through college. Holy cow.
Anyway. I’m not sure that I’m any more filled with readable chatter and banter than before, but a few things have changed around here. We’ll get around to talking about it.
So. To recap...I’m just fine. My nose is highly offended at what I did to it, but I like it. The lad is home and loving politics. There is a new skin on the blog to reflect hope over reality....we’ve seen so little sunshine this summer so far that there are days when we worry that it fell out of the sky and is lying dead or dying in a desert someplace. Pictures of it are about as close as we get.
And did I mention that it’s cold outside? It has been the rare day here on the coast when we’ve been able to climb above 58°. That is utterly indecent for the middle of June.
Yep, still complaining about the weather.
I’ll be back soon.