Two days in a row...

Hey!! ...this could get to be a habit!  You know what they say...do something for 21 days running and there you have it... a new habit is totally ingrained.  I'll be back into this by end of October.

Today.... more pelting rain.   Temperature has gone down to only +8C.... it is totally soggy now as well as darn cold.  Well, of course, that is comparatively.  As in compared to two days ago when it was a blistering +30C.  But, not nearly as cold as it will be in, ooooh, say... maybe December or January...when it could be a freezing -35C.... acckk! NOT even thinking on that just now...nope....absolutely not!

It is a perfect day for baking.  Turning on the oven instead of the furnace....making things smell nice and homey.  Bread...first on the list....then, muffins.... and then.... well, if I still feel perky.... who knows what else.  Maybe some biscotti.   The day is half gone though... and not much accomplished.... so maybe not more than that.

But.... it will be a good day if I get that accomplished along with some laundry and other odds and sods...

photos later.....
oh, alright...one for now... hen and chicks are changing colour.... and also being eaten by the bunny.... for the moisture I guess.  No rain for the past few weeks... we do need it today.

just stopping in to say hullo..

Been trying to get out there and hit some balls as often as possible... maybe overdid it a bit...my elbow is killing me the past few days.

Almost played Ladies Day today... but, after a whopping +30C yesterday...... today?....the temperature has plummeted to only +10C and the rain has begun.... driving rain as the winds are now gusting up to almost 30kph......sigh...... I feel like Goldilocks trying to choose a good day to be out there.  Too darn hot...too cold, rainy and miserable.  Boy...there are not many perfect golfing days around this area. Now I'm all discombobulated and don't feel like doing anything but having a nap...so...that's next.

I got supper ready earlier in anticipation of perhaps still getting out there.... it's so dark in the house I have to put on the lights and I can hear the rain on the roof...perfect napping weather.

Oh, just a minute....the dishwasher is finished...I could unload that...and...the washer and dryer need loads of laundry emptying too.... I guess there is always folding and ironing too...... yeh...... okay...I could manage that I guess.

 But, I don't wanna....... I just wanna be out there whacking balls.  There are only about 3 full weeks of golf left at my course.... and then....day by day at the city courses...... then, it will be months til we are able to get out again.... almost May usually..... and sometimes later, depending on the weather...not nearly a long enough golfing season.

What can I leave you with for a photo? ... can't just leave it with only words on here...that will  never do.... uhm...let's see.....

here's about how I feel.  My whiskers are just a teensy bit shorter than this...

hiya bloggy buddies.....

Contrary to popular belief...I am still alive and well.  I've just been totally lax in the blogging department and certainly haven't been crafting or making anything of interest....unless you count the great muffins and scones that come steaming hot out of the oven...on a hot and steamy day!  This morning it is cooler, cloudy and a bit drizzly.  A perfect bread baking day!

After being down and out for so long with the rib injury.... I have been overdoing it since they got better enough to swing my golf club.  Now... this week...my ankle is a bit of a nuisance.  I'm just not as strong and healthy as I think I am I guess.  What else is new?

My garden suffered while the ribs were bad...and I am trying to dig out some anemones that have totally taken over in every corner of every garden area.  I think that is part of how the ankle got bad in the first place.... well, that and stomping around the golf course.  I used to think that golf was supposed to be relaxing...but, it seems to me that we always have to hurry and it makes me irritated.  Especially my ankle.  They never tell the men in front of us to hurry up.... it is only if women are in a group that any of the marshals ride over to give you the hurry up sign..... hmmmm.... still the old boy's club ain't it?

We've also been chopping down the hedge between us and the neighbours,   It has been plagued with aphids and some other blight for the past few years...time for a fence and just some nice limestone rock along it.  It will widen the yard by a few feet and look much tidier.  So...that also means bundling and tying up all the cuttings... trying to get them to about 4 feet lengths..so the garbage guys will take them.  And..putting out only 4 bundles per garbage day...which is running into a month now.... maybe I'll try 6 bundles next time...but, eh....maybe not..he has been taking them... and that's a good thing.  The minimum charge at the city dump has become a lot more since I used to take things.... plus the charge for the weight of the load..... it gets silly....... so I'll resort to even sillier and follow their ever more stringent rules for garbage pickup.  If our black bins are not full...they don't take anything else sitting out there now.  So...we have to fill it up with bags of grass or other stuff... so they take any of the bundles of hedge sticks.... sigh...... they even left a chunk of carpet behind one day because my black bin was not full enough.  good grief.

While I golfed on ladies night...Mr. BumbleVee cut down more of the hedge..til he got stung by a wasp from a nest down in the dirt under it..... but, before that...he found a tiny nest with this little egg still in it and saved it because he knew I would want to photo it.  Don't know what type of bird it is... and hope the little hole in the egg is one made by the little bird himself and he made it to safety.... I don't want to know if it  isn't large enough for him to have gotten out of...... I'm pretending it is.

I've been to the fat farm...

...... and I gained 4 pounds.  Oh, just a minute...I guess I better elaborate.  I jokingly began to refer to my sister's little acreage as the fat farm because I figured I would lose some weight when I went there..... doing chores..picking weeds...scooping poo...turning compost piles..digging in the garden...more poo....feeding horses..more weeds and dragging 100 foot hoses around...  and chasing around after cats...and visiting and going for our evening walks after all day busy....whew...see what I  mean?..... But....  I always come away heavier than when I went there.  I have no idea how it is possible... it's just reeellly weird....because we are never still a minute... and are very busy.  However, I do bake and we do eat very well and ....oh, alright I see what happened.

So...  now I'm home and better get busy and lose that 4 pounds....  a few days of walking 9's and 18's on the golf course, and doing a lot of practice swinging ought to do it.

There is still snow on some mountains...and it was misty and raining at the higher altitudes all along the way....

Stopped at Finn's Creek for our lunch....

... and fairly flew along for several more hours.... lots of traffic and lots of stops for construction holdups....... summertime travel in this area...... arrrgghhhh...not a lot of fun.

Shadow....once a feral.  Still only seen by a very small "inner circle", which doesn't include any kids.  I feel quite honoured that he let me touch him and pick him up right from square one.  I think he thinks I am an extension of my sister somehow....  we look and sound alike...and somehow...he knows I am "safe".  He can be quite lovey with us.

...still keeping a wary eye on us....

Cleo.....keeping a wary eye on us too because she knows we will shoo her off the soft stuff.  She loves our clothes...the laundry...the comforters...the pillows if we are not careful.... and..of course... anybody who will give her a "crunchie"... but, she only likes to be petted and brushed...not picked up....

Hey.....  enough with the camera already!

Mister Thompson like to lounge on the bed...which is really high...and he is ah ...uhm... how to put it delicately...he is sensitive.... don't want to hurt his feelings...  somewhat overweight.... but, somehow still manages to get up there.  Vikki has dieted him a bit...and he has become more mobile and healthier over the years she has had him...his coat is now glossy and soft..it used to be awful ...stiff and dull.... but, still he maintains his husky stature.  He can't seem to shake it.

When I looked up and saw this on the way home I was all of a sudden transported right back to Portugal....    look!..... a castle!!

Oh, alright....it's a mountain.  Had me going for a tick of a second there.....

This little guy was the centre of attention at the rest stop on the way back.  He has his own little box behind the older dude riding the 'bike.  He wears his safety  harness and is clipped to a large steel ring on a very short strap..in case he should somehow get dislodged.... he loved his ride.  The guy was all the way from Montana so they had put on some miles... this was in the Rockies just outside of Golden B. C.