I'm sitting here in my ugly
grey NON-hand knitted sweater (I'm actually missing the 90-degree heat of
summer), waiting on my overly-processed, totally bad-for-me, can of
preservative-laden junk I will be eating for lunch today to cool off enough to
eat without 2nd degree burns. I'm also
watching The Chew on TV and wishing one of the chefs would come and personally
cook me a lunch that won't kill me. I'm parked
in the living room on the sofa and in front of the TV (is there any other way
to eat lunch by yourself?), and I'm typing this on my iPad. While I do
have a little Bluetooth keyboard to use with it, typing on this thing drives me
nuts. However, since my doctor said last
week that my desk was too high and was causing my headaches and since I don't
have a booster seat handy to correct my typing posture, this will have to
do.
The view from my too-high desk |
I've just gotten up for the
10th time today to let in a smelly, leaf-laden dachshund. I've written before about the issue of leaves
constantly entering my home attached to a long-haired, short-legged dog, so today I decided
to share the joy with you via a few pictures of said leaves. I live in the American South and so there are
always leaves on the oak trees, but leaves do have a life cycle and the result
of this is a bunch of raking to be done every year like everyone else living with trees around. I think this stinks since we don't have the
beautiful fall colors we had in Ohio
which at least left a wonderful memory as we cleaned the yard mess up there. Here, they pretty much just turn brown and
fall of the tree, replaced immediately by the new leaves. Would raking the yard eliminate the indoor leaf problem? Yes. Is this knowledge enough to make me go outside and rake? No. Maybe by spring. And maybe not.
"We didn't do it." |
"Nope, wasn't me either." |
Where's the stupid tool to draw a straight line?? |
Knitting? Glad you asked. Sweater #7 is mercifully D.O.N.E. (albeit not
without some bumps but that story will wait until tomorrow). Tonight is D-Day for revealing these gifts to
those for whom I knit them, so pictures will follow.
For now, I must be
"leafing" you... (moans) :D
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Bahahaha!! Please send one or more dachshunds my way, if you get sick of them and their leaves. I'm not picky which ones.
ReplyDeleteYou never know...I may just take you up on that. ; )
Deleteover the weekend, I washed the coverlet on my bed. No sooner had I replaced it when my dogs came stampeding in from outdoors with muddy feet and on to the bed. :-/ Back in the washer it went. LOL. It's never-ending with pets. And, they're just so darn cute, I'll gladly keep cleaning up after them.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, that is too funny! It's a good thing they're cute, otherwise... : )
DeleteI wonder which is worse. Leaves from a tree or dirty splotches all over the white floor tiles from a Westie who has dirty, melting snow stuck to his underbelly. :-) Jenny is in my good books right now because she hates the snow, refuses to do more than run outside to do her business, thus is a very clean little dog at the moment.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea the leaves were always on the oak trees in the South. I would feel cheated out of the fall colours too if I lived there.
Oh, I think your floor tiles trump my leaves - my leaves aren't really that difficult to clean up! Aside from the floor tiles, it must be terribly difficult to keep Fergus clean. : ) Dachshunds are fabulous in the snow usually, as since they are such low-riders, they don't want anything to do with it. All mine are the same as Jenny except my one male long-hair. He loved the snow and came in out of it grudgingly and in the same condition as you describe Fergus!
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