I tried to work up a proper head of steam and fury during the Easter weekend when it snowed, and then snowed some more, when it was generally so miserable outside that I avoided going out at all costs. But no. Couldn't do it. I took some photos though, because knowing my memory or lack thereof, I will complain about the snow in April next year and hubby will try to remind me ever so gently that we had snow around the same time the previous year, and I will feel compelled to argue with him. Naturally.
Here's Tommy, Easter Sunday, around 4:30am, looking at the snow with that "what the h*ll is up with this white crap?" look.
That's Kora and Sam. I swear I didn't put the cat there. He just follows Kora around and snuggles up to her at least a couple times a day. Like he knows she won't be around much longer. For now at least, the puddles she was occasionally leaving on the kitchen floor have stopped. I am not putting a diaper on my dog! The hearing loss I can deal with. The fact that she's been wandering out into the middle of the road for no apparent reason has made me watch her more closely. I've been giving her baths more often because she's been stinking more (is that a true sign of old age in a dog, though?). And in hushed tones hubby and I have be discussing who will be the one to take her for her final vet visit. Let me put it this way: he's not exactly volunteering.
I've been taking photos of birds coming to my feeders too. Lots of birds that drive my poor cat Sam absolutely crazy. He lays there on the back of the sofa, stares, and starts to chatter in that way he has any time crows or blackbirds invade our yard. It's like he takes personal offence.
I finished my daughter's socks and apparently she likes them. A lot! She's worn them for two days now.