Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, indeed, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to entertain and delight you. You may remember me from such entertaining and delightful posts as “A Change Of Pace” and “Invasion Of The Pods”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. Hoping for a biscuit, of course. (I got one.)Today was really gray and gloomy, a disappointment after yesterday’s nice weather. The humidity was ninety-six percent, and it was all cloudy and chilly and everything, and occasionally a lone snowflake would drift through the air. My walks were good, though there was a lot of frozen slush which, you know, can be hard on the paws, and a lot of ice. I and the guy I live with both fell down on the ice today, not at the same time, but we’re both okay.
You can see how gray and gloomy it was. My mommy bought that green star. Every so often it stays upright. Even so, the noise from the redwing blackbirds was pretty amazing. They’re starting that trilling song they have, which tells us that spring isn’t too far around the corner. The tree in the movie here is almost three hundred feet away.
The guy I live with filled some seed pots, and even started a fire, with real firewood, in the chiminea, to stay warm out on the patio, but he didn’t get very far with his project. He kept losing his pencil. He says that a pencil is the only thing to use on labels in this climate, because the sun bleaches out everything else. I wonder if some people know what a pencil is, in these computer days. This is a pencil.
It has to be sharpened with something called a pencil sharpener. There’s one out in the garage, which is why it’s so dusty.
Oh, well, now that I’ve started on this, here’s an extremely prehistoric writing instrument. It’s called a typewriter. I know it kind of looks like computer, in a way, but it’s not one. The guy I live with says this was made in 1937. They didn’t even have TV then. I wonder what people did back in those days. It was purchased at, or possibly repaired by, the Wilshire Typewriter Company (DUnkirk 2-3584) in Los Angeles, probably right before the guy I live with’s grandfather was stationed overseas, in the Philippines. He was an Army doctor.
When his grandfather was stationed in Yuma, Arizona, about 1938, before going overseas, a dog came up and licked the paint off the side of the box. My buddy Slipper used to lick paint off things, and there’s the story of my uncle Pooka, who licked all the buttermilk off the troughs after the guy I live with painted them with it to try to get moss to grow.
I know this doesn’t have anything to do with gardening, but it was a really boring day for the guy I live with. He felt sorry even for me, and gave me a cow ear to chew on. I know it sounds gross, but it wasn’t.
This is our living room, with me chewing in it. The rattan furniture, which is think is called “bahooka” or something like that, was purchased in the Philippines in 1939. It’s really creaky, like I’ve said before. My mommy did the arranging in the living room, and that’s her picture up on the shelf. Those are all her books, mostly. When the guy I live with painted the living room, he took everything down and put it back exactly the way it was. I’m kind of rambling, aren’t I? The guy I live with says that okay; that’s what you do when you’re retired. Oh, wait, wait, there is something gardening related left to say.
The guy I live with got an email from Garden Talk which said they were having a sale, and so he ordered a couple more of these propagators, which he says are excellent. He puts heavy-duty aluminum foil in the bottom, to line the tray, because the tray comes with drainage holes. He’s ordered from Garden Talk, or Nicke’s, for, like, ever. Okay, now I think I’ve covered everything that I had to say today. I guess I’ll let you go now. May all your cow ears be chewy.
Until next time, then.