Spring Waning Bloodroot Moon
Tomorrow I take off for Lincoln, Nebraska to pick up our two grand-dogs, Sollie and Gertie. They will stay with us while Jon and Jen’s house has renovation work done, adding another room, a new roof, much needed closets. Sollie has been on a hunger strike for the last six months so we’ll see how he responds to a new environment. He’s begun gaining weight just recently, so I hope the new digs don’t throw him off. Gertie has a canine temperament much like Rigel and Celt, our first Irish Wolfhound. That means she’s an adventuress–read, tries to escape all the time, territorial, mischievous and damned cute. I have a hunch she’ll met Mr. Electric Fence soon after arriving here.
We have plenty of space for them and we have had, at one point, seven dogs, so managing this many is not new for us. Besides this’ll be just five.
Though I enjoy long drives by myself this will be a marathon. One day to Lincoln. Spend the night. One day back. This is because I don’t want to handle Gertie and Sollie in a motel. I don’t want to lose them, after all. I got a couple of audio books for the journey, so I’ll just settle in for several hundred miles and listen.
Spent more time today translating Ovid, a bit of time with Wheelock and then got back to work on Missing.
