Serene Sunday
Ah, a normal Sunday. I did some household chores, baked some blueberry muffins, did some reading, worked on my Peacock . . . no doorbell ringing, no chaos, no extra mess. Ah. Bliss.
Well, that’s over!
Tomorrow, John will be back to finish up the last couple details in my parents’ bathroom and then start tearing up mine. I haven’t broken the news to Chappy yet. I want him to enjoy his peaceful weekend to the fullest.
Oh, you must check out the beauty pageant over at DogsStealYarn.
Today is also Horatio’s, Chappy’s best friend’s, birthday. (Yes, honestly, my dog has a best friend. I know. We’ve never had a dog who had one, either, but Chappy does!) Horatio is four years old today. He’s a Welsh Pembroke Corgi and he and Chappy have known each other since they were three months old. Horatio is about three weeks older, and as you can see in the picture, Chappy was very much impressed when they first met–Horatio could do tricks already! At the time, Horatio was bigger and more assertive (and frankly, bullied my sweet little boy just a little), but as they’ve gotten older, they’ve calmed down a lot.
Now that they’re older, Horatio still outweighs him, but Chappy’s got longer legs, and they get along just fine. When they get together, they’ll wrestle for a bit and then Horatio will lie down to catch his breath, and Chappy will sit on him! Something which looks adorable–it’s not a “dominance” thing at all, just, “Yeah, buddy, I’m tired, too. You don’t mind, right?” Isn’t that what best friends are for?? This picture, incidentally, is from two years ago, when Horatio and his big sister, Princess (the Greyhound, obviously), came over to celebrate Chappy’s 2nd birthday by a romp in the yard. It says a lot–Chappy’s grinning back over his shoulder at the camera, Princess is being too “cool” to ever look like she’s interested in the treats I’ve got in my hand, but Horatio is being his charming self, big smile, but totally concentrating on the goodies. I really love this picture!
Here’s a shot of Horatio’s beautiful face. (Although it’s not the best picture.) All Corgis are cute, but Horatio’s got one of the sweetest faces around, I think.
I finished “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” last night, and as promised, am waiting until next Saturday before starting the second. This wait’s easy–I’ve read the first three books about a dozen times–or more–and Chamber of Secrets is my least favorite of the series.
Am I the only person who has books she’s read so many times, she can’t even remember how many times they’ve been read?? Not even counting childhood books like “Secret Garden”–you know, the ones that predate having any real spending money, so that you had no choice but to read the same books over and over. But other books. For example, Lord of the Rings, which I read for the first time when I was about 12. I must be close to four dozen reads of that by now. I lost count at about read #25, which was my freshman year of college, going on 20 years now. Even the Harry Potter books–I know I’ve only read OOtP three times, but the first book? Really, it must be at least a dozen times by now…. and that’s in addition to all the new books I read, plus the knitting time (and that pesky full-time job).
And hey, three cheers for Afleet Alex, for his beautiful win at the Belmont! Two exciting finishes there, the Preakness stumble, and then the tear-away down the stretch in the Belmont. Amazing.
Did I mention that I’d been working on my Peacock today??


























Tannenbaum.
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