Will someone please tell me what happened to September? It seems to be missing this year. It can't possibly be October next week.
My morning ... a beautiful one here in San Diego County. I know we have created an aviary up here in our little mountain top community called Crest. I wish I could recognize the various sounds from so many different species of birds. We take great pride in the fact that we look down on Mt. Helix. I sold a house in the city once to a rather snobbish woman who lives on Mt. Helix. When my husband told her, "we look down on Mt. Helix," she said, "Impossible!" Of course, he had to insist she come over to the window and take a look down towards the ocean, and he made sure that she saw the points of interest down on Mt. Helix. Haha. I have watched so many of his antics throughout the years I have begun to think of some of his behavior as normal. Of course, it is normal for him. Jerry's normal abnormal behavior is what I call it.
Speaking of Jerry, I literally just got off the phone from returning his psychiatrist's phone call and setup a phone conference in October. He now has at least 3 appointments each week of October. I am thankful that at least two of those three weekly appoints (physical therapy) can be handled by himself, because they are only approximately 3 miles away. I believe the time has either already or is arriving that is going to necessitate my having an assistant, or his having an aide. The remaining option is that I will need an institution. Wait! Maybe I do now.
My bulldog story for today. Pervis (the big and old black English bulldog) of 85 lbs, and Renzo, the stocky black and old American Bully of probably 65 lbs were both outside. Pervis is so very smart, a lover of peace and tranquility, and he knows Renzo is not to be fully trusted by him. It is interesting to see how he keeps an eye on him and avoids conflict when they are in the same area. So Pervis was outside and wanted inside. Renzo was laying in front of the door Pervis wanted to enter, so Pervis yells (yaps) at me from a few feet away. He knows I will run interference and get him into the house. When I opened the door, Renzo leaps up, because he is thinking maybe he would like to come into the house too or I might be handing out treats. I shut the door and since Pervis was closer to our official front entry 3 rooms away, I walk through the house, open the entry way door and call for Pervis. Well...both of these old guys are almost deaf. I stick my head out and look, and they both are still staring at the breakfast nook door. I called again, Renzo heard me and turned around to run over to the front door. Pervis immediately moves into position to get in through the breakfast nook door. I hurry back through the house and Pervis comes through the breakfast nook door. I see Renzo waiting for me at the front door. So time for a treat for Renzo ... and a little piece of cheese for Pervis and Josie (the smart and least amount of trouble FEMALE french bulldog) who weighs approximately 15 lbs when she isn't eating Pervis's food as well as hers. Josie tries very hard to take care of me, watch out for me and be a good girl.
Trying to finish up the tax info between phone calls. It is a fairly easy year (2016), because I didn't buy or sell any real estate or make any financially significant changes in our lives.
We are obviously not going to be able to go to Charlotte, N.C. this forthcoming month. Sending our special tickets out this morning to our "North Carolina kids." North Carolina is a beautiful place in the fall. It is also a beautiful place in the springtime. Maybe we will make Speedweek in May.
In between medical appointments and daily responsibilities, hoping to get the decks repaired before October is over. ~Dr Joyce Swineheart Moore
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