I think I may have misunderstood the assignment. Apparently, we are not bringing in a wayward woman to teach her how to behave in polite society?!
And, what do you know about how to behave in polite society, Jim? Very little, but thanks for asking. Um... don't do the "Pull my finger" bit. And a couple other things. But, I digress.
What I heard was: "We have some whore to culture things to do today." In actuality, it is: horticulture. Something to do with plants and stuff. So, not the same thing. I'm sure you can see my confusion.
For the last year, Joan has been tending to a bunch of desert plants. Not the flowering, bushy things that are in our front yard, thanks to the irrigation lines. Oh, Joan waters these things as needed, but they mostly seem like plants that will try to hurt you if you get too close. Her plan is: move them from pots in our courtyard out into the front side yard that is all gravel. Joan has arranged for a landscape guy to do this transplanting. And, yes, we did submit our plans to the Architectural Committee for approval. (Just got the "approved" letter yesterday evening.)
First order of business: put Murphy in his catio, since the gate is going to be open...
The open gate after the plants have been moved...
Arranging those desert plants on the part of the yard south of that gate...
Looking around in the front yard to the north...
Most of those plants were put in by the builder's landscapers; we have changed some of them out (personal preference). I did get a photo of one of the flowering plants (that I consider "friendly") in that portion of the yard...
No significance to that flower above - I just thought it was pretty.
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A bit of sadness in the house this morning: Steph and Dan are taking Rubina to California, where they will be met by "The Puppy Truck", a truck and 5th wheel that will be taking dogs back to the main campus of Guide Dogs for the Blind. Rubina will be starting her next phase of training.
This is tough for them to say good-bye, but I equate it with your kid graduating from high school and then heads off to college. Well, without the tuition and other expenses. The emotions are mixed, but you have high hopes and pride for the difference they will make in the world. All the time and work you put into them will hopefully guide them. Yeah, pretty similar. And I still remember that feeling of my heart being yanked out... I feel for Steph and Dan.
They will be taking Rubina in their car. Overnight near the transfer point, then Rubina will take that ride with a group of other dogs about to take this next step, on to the Guide Dogs campus.
There may be some young puppies that will be riding back to Phoenix with them tomorrow.
In the meantime, I am in charge of the grand-kitties. Feeding, petting, snacks, more petting. Steph says it sets her at ease knowing I will take good care of her fur-babies. I think she just likes the fact that I send her photos of their kitties while in my care. This evening, we will probably take Murphy with us to their house and make sure everyone gets some people/kitty time.
No photos for their departure today... I got a bit misty-eyed. I have enjoyed Rubina, but I know this is a tough good-bye for Steph and Dan.
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Crank it up!
The patio umbrellas? Well, yeah - Joan was working out there with her plants, so I brought lunch: Mod Pizza. When I got back with the pizzas (hey, they are kinda small), she had soda poured and out on our patio tall table. Lunch under the umbrellas, lovely weather. We're enjoying it while we can - it is supposed to be in the upper 90s by next Thursday.
After lunch, I went into my music room and fired up the Marshall amp, plugged in my pedal board, and tried the set-up with a half dozen different guitars. Yes, my fingers are a bit sore (and there will be more playing tomorrow), but my ears are happy. I am feeling really good with this purchase.
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Desert Plant Wrap-Up...
The guy Joan had arranged to do the re-planting of the plants showed up. Scheduled for 3:00, he was here about 3:30 (ish). With a helper. Joan went over what plants she wanted and where, confirmed the price (after some discussion) and the guys went to work. The ground is hard - glad it was them digging the holes and not me... or Joan and me. They had it done in a bit over an hour, smoothed out all the gravel, and it looks like the plants belong there...
Yes, Murphy got plenty of outdoor time today. And now I am off to start my cat-feeding duties (ours and theirs).