Purple Flowers

*not his real name, but that’s not yet in this entry.
I am so hot today. The temperature is over 100 and I don’t like it. I thought I was so healthy lately: feeling good, cooking a lot, doing stuff out and about. I thought that maybe not having freedom to drive was the problem. I got hand controls and have been myself. I go to yoga, go to work, take the kids to kid things, go to doctor appointments independently, go to church. And I have felt good. The weather was so wonderful that I walked around the office building with my walker a few times. I just didn’t want to be indoors. But last week when I got to yoga, I thought, “Man! It’s getting hot. I hope I can keep this up.” Then I went to work in air conditioning and put it totally out of my mind.
Our septic tank would need replacing in three years, according to Kangarooter. We were having problems with flushing and a sound that gurgled in the shower. Waah! I have a new co-worker, and totally miss Ed, but the new co-worker has a handyman/plumbing side business. Brad was having to go up on the roof and put water down the pipes somehow a few times a day. It worked, but it scared us. So I talked to my new co-worker and he agreed to come out. He said that this other guy should come see it and make recommendations. The other guy did come. He was happy with the condition of our septic tank and really cleaned it out and made a new cover for it. We don’t have the same regulations because our house was built in 1950, so we don’t have to get a new septic tank. Yeigh!
Somehow the stalks were snapped off of our White Sage plant. This was not by the wind, and not by 4 legged creatures. So now since we don’t need a new septic tank, we can put a fence up and go on with our yard plans.
Also, Lula got her hair cut today. She is so cute, and the groomer Woman called her a hair factory.
Enough details for now. It is my 100th post. I’ll look back and see when this began. It started out a family blog, I had to be convinced to join in. But then Brad wanted to post about this man who messes with hogs to get their output for reproduction, and I couldn’t imagine it being okay for our family blog. So Brad lost his enthusiasm, stopped posting and this became my ramble space.
Okay, now on to Chewy. He’s a good guy, homeless and charming. I wanted to have a cup of tea with him while the kids were at yoga. But tea is hard on his stomach. He asked for a few dollars instead. I told him that the reason I wanted to get him a tea was because I didn’t have any cash. He asked if I’d get him a Fosters instead. I stopped and thought about it and did not get any guidance contrary. So I bought him a Fosters and he gave me a hug and said they don’t really like the smell of his feet there at the tea shop, and he had to go. Oh, on the way over, he told me the story of the little family goat they had and how his Dad gave the goat a cigarette each time they got home. One day his Dad forgot to give the goat a cigarette and so the goat head butted his Dad and his Dad had to shoot the goat. I told him that it was a horrible story, and I didn’t like it.
Then this week I started wondering if he was giving me a warning about getting him used to me buying him beer. And when I got to kid yoga and saw Chewy there on the stairway, I said hi, but then I stayed in the studio this time. Chewy has my heart, but I need to really consider consequences when I start something.
So it’s hot. I am plugging along. And I have a lot of reasons to be grateful. I’m sure I’ll continue to mention those in future posts.