Friday, June 14, 2013

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Don't Come Back On Saturday

Good heavens, what a dreadful weather week we've been having. While it was gorgeous on Wednesday, it's been downhill ever since and doesn't look all that great for the weekend.  Saturday may be OK, but thunderstorms are in the forecast again for Sunday.

The swimming pool was going to have a special members only opening today--Friday--but that doesn't look too promising. While it's supposed to be warm on the weekend, I don't think the water is going to be too pleasant. But I will try to swim anyhow.

Yesterday, I just managed a lawn mowing in the morning before the rains started. It wasn't the best job, but it will keep things under control until it dries out again.

But the day just went on anyhow. My electrician finally showed up and partially connected my line for the generator to operate the whole house. He has to wait for a part to finish up.

Then, the day got sadder and soggier. My sweet, feisty little barn kitty, Misty, had not been eating. I took her to the vet and sure enough, it was not good. She was suffering from liver failure. The outlook was bleak, and the vet said euthanizing her was the best option aside from some heroic hospital care that was not often successful.  Misty was clearly miserable, so I agreed and she was gently, lovingly and quietly put to sleep.

I had Peppercorn there too for his rabies shot, so I had someone to talk to on the sorrowful journey home. I had just enough time to bury Misty by the rose garden before I had to get ready to attend a friend's retirement party. Suffice it to say, I was not in the happiest of states at that point.

The party was nice as I got to see many of my old friends from school many of whom have retired as well.

I had a choir rehearsal next, but as I left the restaurant, the skies opened with a huge and heavy thunderstorm. All the way to church, it poured!  And it didn't stop raining through the rest of the night, into the morning. It's not raining now, but it's chilly out and absolutely soggy out there. I need to walk but the roads around the farm filed get really slippery.

Guess I'll figure something out, or just not eat for the rest of the day.

 RIP little Misty girl. It was my honor an joy to give you a home for the short time you had with us on this earth.


  1. So sorry Jean. Poor Misty. RIP little one. You were loved.