I got up earlyish this morning to get my fruit and vegetable boxes because it was 90F and I didn't want to let them sit. Granted, HOT out, but the fruit box seemed heavy as hell. No wonder: 6 Valencia oranges, 5 Packham pears, 5 Gala apples, 5 White Nectarines, 5 Red Beaut plums, 4 kiwi, 2 limes, 2 mangoes, a lemon, and giant fucking pineapple.

Yeah, I'm never going out of town again. At least not for more than a few days.

My niece used to catsit for me until she moved out of town. Then she referred me to her petsitting friend M., who has proven to be reliable and trustworthy. Without them I'd be a mess every time I went out of town. I can of course ask my neighbor to watch them, considering the many times I've watched her cats. Wish I trusted her judgment more.

I pay someone to come in who makes a business out of petsittng. I had to when Ozzie needed daily shots, and I got too used to not worrying about it to switch to anyone else.

NOODLE!!!!!

2 hour nap. then weed pulling and laundry.

I pay someone to come in who makes a business out of petsittng.

That is actually what I did when I was gone for a long time.

Man, I love this weekend. Since getting home from the beach, I have sat on my ass quite a bit, AND done laundry AND made lemon muffins. And there are two more weekend days left!

Yeah, this is why it's been such a saga with care for the dog this summer. Last time we did a camp like this, we bought a kennel and housed him on the campus. But this year (different camp) we weren't allowed to do that, because we were staying in someone's basement while the missionary cabin was being rebuilt.

And then we got here and the kennel prices had nearly doubled. And we never were able to track down the person who had offered free kennel services. So we've been balancing me being at my folks' place with the dog, and then he was kenneled last week, but I'll be with him again the next two weeks. We'll have to see how it closes out.

But we did have, in fact, petsitting offers. But both of them were from the guys that, while in Arizona, lost the dog multiple times. Out there, while not good, it was a recoverable mistake. But here, in a big unfamiliar city? No chance.

So I know people are feeling like we're being too something about this, but I don't care. We'll be overprotective, but we'll have good care for him. We won't put him in those crap kennels. We will check out any potential care. And if we can't find satisfactory care, I'll stay with him. It sucks, but that's how it is.

My mom has a nice fenced yard for him and would really like to care for him, but she would fuss about him the whole time. And she doesn't have the capacity to deal with it if he bolts. For example, we had him shut in the garage while the lawnmower guy was working. He left, and mom let him out into the yard, but without checking, and he'd left the gate open. Fortunately the dog was all lolling around in the garage and never noticed, but if he'd gone out, he would have taken off for sure.

Good grief, Consuela, I would have lost my shit with that kid. And his parents.

He was a kid with a lot of issues. Given what's happened with the family since, it's clear there was a lot of shit going on in that family that we never knew about.

The oldest kid got into medical school and changed his name to something entirely different--first and last--because he no longer wanted to share his parents' name. The oldest daughter has never been stable, and the youngest kid was an alcoholic at 15. So.

And these were kids we were friends with, but we never knew what went on inside.

I'm sorry CJ's first search and rescue ended that way.

And Zen I'm glad you got in the house to feed the kitties.

Mom got her last cat because the neighbor who had him was constantly leaving and asking Mom to cat sit. Mom loved Vien anyway but she'd say she'd be gone for a week and then be gone two. Or would just leave a note and catfood at Mom's door.

Finally Mom took over ownership after she was gone for nearly a month. He was an indoor-outdoor cat. mostly outdoors and feed a lot of table scraps. He was a pure bred Ragdoll cat that the orginal owner (not the neighbor) paid like $500 for then got tired of him and gave him to the neighbor. When Mom got him he had bald patches and was throwing up because the tartar build up on his teeth was so bad.

But he lived a long healthy and well loved life.

I saw part of the US women's soccer match when I met Will for lunch. I heard one announcer say almost all the Columbia players were 20 and under and holding the US to 3 goals was really impressive.

Will and I had a nice day we went to this used furniture and other stuff store in Burlington that had used vinyl as well as used books and other stuff. I picked up a Jello recipe booklet.

Then next door is a used vinyl and used bookstore. Which was cool, then we walked along the waterfront. Which was nice, but I got really hot, I should have had more water. But afterwards I had a creemee (that's Vermont for soft serve ice cream).