Friday, June 03, 2005
Ah, the weekend!
I've been quiet again this week, what with the cold and all. On the whole, I am happier not to be posting because I am pleasantly zoning out rather than not posting because I am freaking out. :)
I'm just about back to as normal as I ever get, so I hope to accomplish a few things this weekend. Mostly indoor things, as the weather is expected to be cloudy and stormy the next few days. This is sad for the kiddos, because we THOUGHT we were going to get a window of a few nice warm ones, and we all worked hard yesterday clearing off an area of the patio to set up a small swimming pool. Oh, well, could be worse. We could have pre-paid for swimming lessons and be forced to force our young ones into the icy waters of the municipal pool all next week!
After we had eaten dinner yesterday and it was finally definitely too cold for even my hardy descendants to splash around in the patio pool, I sat outside and pulled a few weeds while watching the kids dash around playing games at random. It's exhausting just to watch! They play hide and seek for about 4 1/2 minutes, then jump on the bikes to race around the yard and road and driveway, then suddenly stop that in favor of the swings and a jump rope.
But it's not all pointless burning off excess energy. Zach noticed the lid of the sandbox had blown into the field across the street, so they all swarmed over to fetch it back. Cowboy the cattle dog went along to supervise, and on the way back he somehow landed funny jumping the ditch (he's almost 10, as best as we can tell) and twisted his left front foot, which made him yelp pitifully. The kids all swarmed to see what was wrong, while I called from the porch (still being pretty lame myself), hoping he could hobble to where I was. But oooowww, oooowwww, no, he insisted.
So Zach and one of the twins picked him up, one front, one rear, and toted him home. I wish I'd had my camera. Not because the kids looked so cute struggling along with a 40+ pound dog half and half in their arms, although they did. But the look on Cowboy's face of uncomfortable yet self-satisfied entitlement just KILLED me. He just hung there in their double grip like a prince in a strange sort of sedan chair, minus the chair. And of course once he got to the house and we looked him over he was FINE, and maybe limped once or twice more the whole evening. Silly old pup.
I'm just about back to as normal as I ever get, so I hope to accomplish a few things this weekend. Mostly indoor things, as the weather is expected to be cloudy and stormy the next few days. This is sad for the kiddos, because we THOUGHT we were going to get a window of a few nice warm ones, and we all worked hard yesterday clearing off an area of the patio to set up a small swimming pool. Oh, well, could be worse. We could have pre-paid for swimming lessons and be forced to force our young ones into the icy waters of the municipal pool all next week!
After we had eaten dinner yesterday and it was finally definitely too cold for even my hardy descendants to splash around in the patio pool, I sat outside and pulled a few weeds while watching the kids dash around playing games at random. It's exhausting just to watch! They play hide and seek for about 4 1/2 minutes, then jump on the bikes to race around the yard and road and driveway, then suddenly stop that in favor of the swings and a jump rope.
But it's not all pointless burning off excess energy. Zach noticed the lid of the sandbox had blown into the field across the street, so they all swarmed over to fetch it back. Cowboy the cattle dog went along to supervise, and on the way back he somehow landed funny jumping the ditch (he's almost 10, as best as we can tell) and twisted his left front foot, which made him yelp pitifully. The kids all swarmed to see what was wrong, while I called from the porch (still being pretty lame myself), hoping he could hobble to where I was. But oooowww, oooowwww, no, he insisted.
So Zach and one of the twins picked him up, one front, one rear, and toted him home. I wish I'd had my camera. Not because the kids looked so cute struggling along with a 40+ pound dog half and half in their arms, although they did. But the look on Cowboy's face of uncomfortable yet self-satisfied entitlement just KILLED me. He just hung there in their double grip like a prince in a strange sort of sedan chair, minus the chair. And of course once he got to the house and we looked him over he was FINE, and maybe limped once or twice more the whole evening. Silly old pup.
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