My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's on day three of a migraine bender and methinks she should just stay put on the bathroom floor. Don't worry about her, though. I'm making sure she has lots of fluids (No, I didn't put the lid up, you sillies....I poured her a nice tall glass of diet Orange Crush), and I'm demanding that she just gets some rest.
I thought I'd take you on a little tour around the homestead. Since I figured out how to push the camera buttons with my paw, I figured I'd better snap off a few shots before the old lady regains her senses and then grounds me for touching her stuff. Man, she can get really testy about paw prints, dog hair, or puppy pee on her "stuff", so I have to indulge myself whenever I can.
First up is the lamp post out in the front yard. As you can see, the wind took the top of it right off. Mom ran out there to see if she could fix it, but all she managed to do was get the glass into the garage and Aunt Chrissy over here in a flash. They stood out there for a good hour or so before Mom finally came stomping into the house muttering something about "little sisters being the smarter ones, my ass", and then she grabbed rubber bands and headed back outside. Considering it was about a billion below out there, I just stayed put and got the phone ready to dial 9-1-1. (Mom has a habit of electrocuting herself every now and then, so I like to be prepared.) I did manage to call the Home Owner's Association here in the Forest, so the guy should be here in the next few days to fix this right up. In the meantime, the neighbors think Mom has entered her "sculptural" phase of lawn ornamentation:
Next is a pic of what I am now calling Lake St. Stewey. If I could get my little rowboat out of the attic by myself, I'd take it for a spin, but ever since Mom had to wade into the retention pond last summer to "save" me, I've been grounded from all water sports. Oh well, I guess I'll just wait for the ducks to show up and then I can run out and bark at them. I wonder where all of that water is going to go? (Nope, in case you were wondering....we don't have a lake front lot. This used to be a pasture/field of some kind where the deer threw keggers:
Here's a potted mum that both Mom and Aunt Chrissy completely overlooked during Fall Garden Cleanup. I pointed it out to them at least a dozen times, but they ignored me and let the thing sit out there all winter long. How embarrassing. Well I, for one, am not going to let the darn thing just rot away, so I think I'll give it a little watering for the spring thaw:
Oh, and I better get the grass too. Looks like it hasn't had a drink all winter long:
I'll leave you with a shot of the chipmunk subdivision that I discovered in the front garden today. Boy oh boy is Mom going to be peeved when these little suckers start running around eating all of the tulip bulbs.
Well, that's about it for now. I'm off to Mom's Happy Chair to watch "Mistresses" on the BBC. I've been secretly taping each episode and then watching them whenever Mom's not around, and I'm just dying to see what those ladies will do next. I don't understand a lot of it, but I'm getting the impression that it's really hot wherever they are because they keep taking all of their clothes off.
Mom will be back soon. I can already hear her starting to rustle around in there. Better go!