Saturday, August 15, 2015

Whistling Into the Wind

And I can't whistle.

Been an interesting week. I may have backslid a little, because I only went to the pool once (electing to take care of the air conditioning problem on Monday instead of going to the pool) and rode the bike once. Mostly, I'm feeling okay. The front AC unit for upstairs is dead (compressor locked up), moving our priority for the new system up to Tuesday - Friday for the install. Mr. L found a working window air unit at the shop (one of three units he found there -- not bad) and installed it in the front bedroom window on Friday morning. It works.

I did a little watering for the yard and no mowing. The yard looks a little ragged, but it's too dry and crispy to really mow it. We're keeping the St. Augustine, the baby pecan tree, the peach tree, and the fig tree watered. Everything else fends for itself. Earlier in the week, the pears were not ripe enough to pick. I'll have to check them again.

Rossie is moving about the parlor more while I'm working. Unless I turn to look at her in a way that causes my chair to creak, then she scampers back to behind the cage.  She runs out to greet Ajax when we let him in the room -- and has tried to play with him. She and Lady have coexisted for several hours in the room together. She seems ready for interaction with other cats, so my goal now is to have other cats in the room to give them time to interact peacefully. Rossie is not running from Lady like she was before, which means Lady has no interest in chasing.

We had a set back with the outside cats when Mr. L tried to stuff Junior in a carrier, but they're still coming around. I picked Walter up today, and he didn't like that much either. We'll keep working with them. The dark gray kitten scoffs at my trap. I put an entire can of Fancy Feast on newspaper in it yesterday afternoon and by the time I shut the trap down before bed last night, someone had eaten it all without tripping the trap. I put more in today. Tomorrow night I put my shingle in again, so when the perpetrator steps in to eat the food, he or she will trip the trap. I anticipate a kitty in the trap tomorrow night, but we'll see. I could be foiled again.

Doc is happy with my hand. He confirmed I'm not doing my knee until April and offered an injection to tide me over if necessary. The new knee is getting tired of doing all the work.

After doing some research and discussing it with Stephen, I sprang for a Roku3 box, which should arrive on Tuesday.

The Week Ahead:
  • Pool and bike work
  • Yard work
  • Keep up with blog posts
  • More work on Granite Hill
  • AC installation

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