Saturday, August 17, 2019

Saturday, August 17, 2019,

A week? Nothing to write about? Guess not. We have done our usual walks, trying to get at least 2 miles in every day and Frisco trots along with us most times. We vary the walk each day, sometimes going east along the cemetery and somethimes through it other days we go west along River Street, then cross over broadway to the path that goes by Otter Creek Park. When we go that route, I usually let Frisco get in the creek and he wades up to his belly and laps up the cool water. One day we drove to Montisippi Park and walked the trails around there. This morning, we went east on River Street to West Bridge Park, parked the car and walked the trail east as far as it went, passing the beautiful gardens at East Bridge Park.

Tom and I kind of went in opposite ways this week, running errands and shopping. On Thursday, I drove to my storage unit in Bloomington to assess the situation there, added a few bins of stuff that I have been carrying in the trailer or in my car, and got my bike that I dropped off at Ben’s house. I think it will be a good next bike for Charlotte, although she might need one just a bit smaller before she can ride mine. I don’t see myself going for bike rides in my new neighborhood and I won’t have a place to store it, so this should work out well.

I still haven’t gotten the final word from River Crossing that the apartment is mine although they have cashed my deposit check. I have made arrangements for a truck and movers for October 1 but am still hoping that I might be able to get in before then. If not, September will be a travel month for me and I will go visit some of the folks that I have missed over the last couple of years.

As we sat outside last night, I noticed the big fluffy clouds overhead, so we walked to the river and sat on the deck - such a peaceful place to hang out.  This was the view.

Today was Frisco’s grooming day. I cleaned his ears, brushed his teeth, clipped his nails (with Tom’s help), gave him a bath and a good brushing, and shoved his monthly heartworm pill down his throat. He should have been treated with Frontline too, but I had run out. I’ll have to make a trip to Costco one of these days.