Spring Waning Bloodroot Moon
As travel agent for our house, I make reservations, check on them, plan itineraries and handle changes to travel plans. Like several of my domestic responsibilities I have these duties because of misspent time over the last couple of decades + learning how to use computers, then the web. Mostly I find it makes life easier, quicker, broader and deeper. Once in a while, like this morning, it takes more time than a comparable activity would have a few years back. When I made Kate’s travel plans for her upcoming birthday junket to Denver (Ruthie’s 5th!), I inadvertently clicked on an incorrect e-mail address, firstname.lastname@example.org. I made this mistake years ago, but somewhere in this infernal machine, it helpfully brings back all my past sins against perfect computing. So, I had to call the airlines to get them to resend the info. Talking to a real person. How 20th century.
We fed five dogs this morning: Rigel, Vega, Kona, Sollie and Gertie. We’re used to this, but each collection of dogs has a different personality and require different food arrangements. We’ve not got this one perfected quite yet. But we will.
Gotta go now. A China tour to prepare and a legcom agenda to flesh out.