Summer Waning Summer Moon
I’ve now pressed into mush several deposits from both Rigel and Vega, hoping to retrieve my wedding ring. No joy so far. Kate says I should put on gloves, pick it up and feel carefully with my hands. Hmmm. I mean, the wedding ring is worth it, but the search methodology? Yuck.
Right now Topline fence guys are about half-way through installation of a fence around our orchard. Vega the wonder dog has proved an expensive $200. She also chewed up my best hose. I had it attached to the sill cock to run the sprayer when I worked on the air conditioner. I forgot to remove it after I finished. Vega did not. This morning one of Kate’s tennis shoes lost a heel. Even so, Vega has an irrepressible personality, a joyful exuberance that makes the worst she’s done forgivable. A great trait.
I have to get a picture of this animal in action. The one’s I have so far are not so hot.
