The Third Day Is The Worst

 With three good nights of rest, everything is beginning to have a ring of normalcy. Well, for me, anyway. I spent the morning outside doing gardening chores. I managed to make a nice sized pile of willowy limbs after I cleared an area of the garden that is adjacent to the deck in the woods up on the embankment.

Raining every day has made things grow. Things like weeds and grass. I did notice that the bean plants that have vined upon the fence have beans! The squash is still blooming and dropping. The tiny watermelon I noted a couple of weeks ago never grew, so I leaned down to take a closer look. It was split on one side and completely hollow! A few seeds lingered and about 4 tiny snails had set up housekeeping. Well, I hope they enjoyed my watermelon! Two remain and I have hopes for them.

The man with the aching mouth is a lot better, though he would deny that! The practice we went to for oral surgery is a father/son practice. I had the older of the two work on my mouth and I like him tremendously. Drew, my mate had the son. Just as fastidious as his father, he talked like him, and I like him as well. My husband likes him even more, since he was not afraid to prescribe some pain meds. I just wish he had not told him that the third day would be the worst! Today is that day.

There are those among us who are too open to suggestion! If told something like that and it proves to not be the case, they will make it be so. I can tell how much improvement has happened. His neck no longer resembles a turkey, and his face is back to normal. He called Dish about a price increase that suddenly appeared and yelled at them. They came up with a different plan and brought it back down. His power of intimidation intact, I suggested that he call the refrigerator people as well, but now he thinks the third day prediction is coming true. He is holding his recliner to the floor while he watches videos on his phone.

That is just boring to me, when I could be outside accomplishing something! I mowed the small sections of grass. Had to mow twice, once with a high blade and then again with the blade lowered. I must say that my yard is lovely! I am done for the morning and won't get back to it until the shade overtakes the She Shed (Wits End). I scored two crepe myrtles on clearance yesterday and wanted to put them in the ground yesterday, but the rains started and didn't stop until after dark.

I imagine the storms are from the hurricane off the east coast. They pop up suddenly and it will pound down for about 30 minutes and then just drizzle until another wave passes through. 

My Toni Louise is terrified with all the loud thunderclaps accompanying the rain. I purchased one of those thunder shirts for her, but it doesn't seem to help. When she is in this state, she is no longer the dog of the master, she becomes mine. She only wants my comfort. This makes the boys jealous. They are not afraid of a storm; all they know is that my attention is not on them. They don't mind my attention on one or the other of them, but They hate it when Toni needs me, or I am carrying the turtle around and talking to her.

I must be away to the kitchen to come up with a suitable menu for the toothless man. Just kidding, he still has as many teeth as I do! I did have to push my appointment for my tooth implant to accommodate his surgery. 

Now we are stuck here until the middle of September. In October, my baby girl requires my presence at her home while she and her husband are on a cruise ship and in Rome. My middle girl and her husband will be with them, and I am happy they get to have an adventure. However ........ she has an HOA that is very strict. We can park the RV in her driveway overnight for only 3 nights in a row and we are not allowed to stay in it or put any slides out. No one can park on the street, despite the fact that her house is the last on that block and a vehicle would block nothing. This means we will have to get a spot in a nearby RV park, then drive to her house daily to care for the dogs.

One of the dogs is my grandson's. The cute little Frenchie named Bruno. He is a happy-go-lucky little guy, but high maintenance to care for. The other Frenchie is hers. Bowie is on Prozac to keep him calm. The boys will fight with each other and with Max, the old guy, a Chihuahua mix, disdains the younger dogs, and he has to stay in my daughter's bedroom. Max loves me, though.

The pups love her pool but have to take turns to swim. One in a kennel and one in the pool. Not to worry, they have life vests on while enjoying the water. They are on a strict schedule for food and potty breaks ..... and are used to her wiping their cute little butts when they come in. My husband has already assured me that he will not be doing that!

Bowie is the biggest Frenchie I have ever seen and would best any of my dogs in a fight. Toni is old, Eddie is not a fighter, and Bo would definitely leave some wounds and give it a good go but would be overpowered. I am not looking forward to 2 weeks of dog wrangling. I really love my daughter!