It’s cold, and we’re getting a lot of rain in Spokane. Sadie and Bernice, the two-dog pack, are sharing a fluffy dog bed downstairs by the fire, where Mary Ann (cousin and housekeeper) and her husband are living while they wait for the staff house to be built.
Sadie, Bear and I have a routine. When we wake up, Sadie immediately shakes her head, flapping her beagle ears, and that’s the signal. “Get up, Mom. We’re burning daylight!” So the three of us head down the hall, the cats trailing. Sadie and I get into the elevator–Bernice won’t set foot inside it unless she’s shanghaied–and descend two floors to the basement. Bernice, aka Bear, is so fast that she usually meets us as we get out. Backyard-time follows, while I drink coffee with Mary Ann. It’s a nice way to start the day.
Of course my writing quota will take precedence, but this is a good day for curling up on the couch with a good book and a fire on the hearth, and I’ll probably do that later. It’s a good life.
The foot is healing up nicely, and I hardly use my crutches–don’t tell the doctor–I’m just such a klutz that they’re more hindrance than help. Stepmother Edith asked if it was my stirrup foot that went under the knife. Nope, it was the other one. I’ll be back up on that horse of mine in no time.
Lots going on here. Guess I’d better get to work!
