Lughnasa Waning Green Corn Moon
Got some sleep. Feel better this morning. A busy day ahead. Groceries, recycling, straw, more weeding.
Kate comes back from Denver today. I had a bit of a snit yesterday when she wanted to stay an extra day. My Woolly meeting is on Monday and she’s a big part of the get ready for it plan. Also, her birthday is Tuesday–65!–and I have an evening ready for us. I wanted her back her with me, but felt conflicted because she wanted to stay with Jon. He had a bad ride home from the hospital. A moot point as it turns out, since it would have cost around $500 to change the ticket with $150 airline fee, $30 Orbitz and $320 in additional ticket costs. Not proud of myself over this, but I’m glad she’ll be home today.
Vega or Rigel, remember them?, ate my pocket moleskine diary and a current novel I’m reading, Consider Philebas. By eat I mean shred and coat with drool. The diary’s pages are recoverable and Consider Philebas, though badly mauled and wet, contains the pages I’ve not yet read, which is good enough for me. Just one more of the V&R stories.
Over the last few days I have dutifully filled the large rubber water container we have outside. And refilled it. Those big dogs, I thought, drink a lot of water. Then, shortly after I filled it yesterday morning, I put the hose away, turned around to see Vega curled up in the water container. She was happy. Archimedes could have had his eureka moment watching her. 90 pounds of puppy displaces a lot of water.
The Denver Olsons have had a rough summer. Hirschel their 6 year old German Shorthair developed cancer and died. 
Jon’s surgery has created the kind of upset recovery from any surgery always does. Next up is Gabe’s surgery to install a port for his prophylactic factor. That comes on the 27th. Not to mention that they started back teaching two weeks ago. A lot for a young family to absorb. Why I was conflicted. (pic: Hirschel)
