Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, back after a longish absence. You may remember me from such posts as “The Haunted Toaster”, among so many, many others.
Things, you know, like just things, have been pretty hectic around here lately, what with a letter to the estate attorney with a bank statement being stolen from our mail box, to more snow, to a mysterious gigantic black RV parked down the street, to a weird late-night phone call.
Not to mention that I now get to have the run of the house when the guy I live with leaves the house, which is pretty good, since I get to show off my fierce and deadly house-guarding prowess. The guy I live with said that Chess, the purebred border collie who lived here before me, was like “a total marshmallow”, but when someone walked up to the door, he transformed into the epitome of ferociousness and chomp-your-pants deadliness.
So that’s just excellent.
Anyway, the guy I live with went to the bank today, and the bank account number got changed, so that was a relief, and the mysterious RV (which he said looked like something out of “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation”, but sprayed-painted black) disappeared, so it wasn’t like the government checking up on how he was coping with all the melt-proof snow, which melted anyway, and now it’s warmed up enough that it isn’t freezing at night, and things are flowering. There are even snowdrops in flower, in April. That should be included in the weird stuff that’s been happening.
Oh, and the phone call. The guy I live with has been getting dozens of spam phone calls a day on his cell phone, but the other night the land line phone beside the bed upstairs rang, which it hardly ever does, and someone asked if he was the author of High and Dry. The guy I live with said it was midnight, which it was, and the person hung up. What a really bizarre thing. “It’s midnight” wasn’t an answer to the question, but we had just tucked ourselves into bed, and so it was a good enough answer.
Why someone would ask about a book that’s been out of print for ten years is something he didn’t know. He has certainly moved on from that.
Speaking of water, it rained day before yesterday. The guy I live with said that three drops fell on the windshield as he drove home from being radiated. I guess three drops counts as rain.
It would be cool to have a hydrant in the back yard. Imagine the watering fun I could have.
Anyway, here are a couple of garden shots. Three, really. Not all of the pictures are in total focus, but the guy I live with says that makes them “artistic”. It’s a fine line, if you ask me.
There are kind of a lot of puschkinias in flower. But you see the pot there? I’m not sure I’ve ever talked about it before. It’s called an olla, and is really old. Say ninety years old. The guy I live with’s grampa had it in his garden in Los Angeles, and even though it’s flaked a bit from cold weather here, it’s still intact.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m sure more stuff will be happening later. I am fine not going to Day Care, because I get extra cuddles, two extra walks, and more food.
And I get to guard the house in true purebred border collie fashion.
Until next time, then.