Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about the horses, and some other things. You may remember me from such posts as “Small Thoughts”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
At least the sun is shining. But it’s really windy and not very pleasant to be outside.
And it’s supposed to get colder next week.
This is driving you-know-who right up the wall. Nothing but cold, cold, cold, when it would normally be pretty warm here, at least from time to time.
So the guy I live with decided to have the furnace checked. I worry about things like whether or not I’m going to get my dinner, even though I get it on time every afternoon, but the guy I live with worries about a lot more things than that. Probably because he has no one else to talk to, here, except me.
The furnace-checking person came today, and he was really nice. The guy I live with traded stories about working outside and going into all these peoples’s houses.
I watched the whole thing from the door to the crawlspace, a place I’d never really seen. The guy I live with went in there, too, and they talked about the awful crawlspaces they’d been in. Ours is pretty nice, actually.
So the upshot is we’re getting a new furnace, later this summer. The guy I live with is a lot less worried about having to pay for a new furnace than he is with the idea of living with a fifty-year-old furnace if it winters are going to be this (and here I have to delete the adjectives used by the guy I live with) cold for so (again deleting adjectives) long.
But when they were down there, the guy I live with saw something he didn’t recognize. He turned it over, and brought it out of the crawlspace.
This is a horse. I know, because I’ve seen one. They’re pretty big and scary.
The guy I live with only vaguely remembered his wife drawing this, because his memory was of “the other” horse drawing. This one:
Now we have two pencil drawings of horses. I’m not sure what the guy I live with is going to do with them; there’s no room to hang them on the walls.
He thought he’d given the second drawing to someone, but obviously not.
Sometimes he offers things to people and they never come to get them, which I think is very weird. Maybe they forget, or maybe they hope the guy I live with will drive all over town making deliveries.
I suppose we could offer them for sale at our roadside dumpling stand.
I guess that’s it for today. I’ll leave you with a picture of me hiding behind the sansevierias on the Italian green marble table in the living room. The guy I live with is “into” sansevierias. (Even if they’re now in the genus Dracaena.)
Well, I’m not really hiding; I like to sleep under the living room window, just like other purebred border collies who lived here did.
Until next time, then.