Beltane Beltane Moon
Yesterday was dog taxi day. Vega to vet. Vega back from vet. Kepler to the dog groomer for furmination. Kepler back from the groomer. In between I threw in changing the tires on the Rav4. Feels much better to have those soft snow tires off the truck. No longer flensing rubber on the consistently dry pavement.
Vega has been subdued, but she did start eating this morning. That’s a good sign. Kepler looks sleak. The groomer said he had “an amazing amount of fur.” The reason his head was wet when I picked him up? “He didn’t want his head dried. And I decided to honor that.” Wise choice. When I said he was stubborn, she said, “He’s an Akita.”
The drive to Pine Junction, location of Paws and Claws, is spectacular. Once just beyond Conifer on 285 a long, high range of snowcapped peaks becomes visible. Riding through the mountains, seeing more mountains ahead. Wonderful treat for an ordinary trip to a groomers. The road off 285 that takes me close to Paws and Claws is Mt. Evans Drive, the highest paved road in North America. Haven’t driven the rest of it. Not opened yet. Closed all winter plus some.
We’re getting so close on the Andover sale. Just a few items from the inspection list, nothing major. Then, Kate will drive to Minnesota for the closing. She’ll see her friends and have that, oh, I’m here as a no longer resident experience.
