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Week of 7 June 2010

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Monday, 7 June 2010

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Tuesday, 8 June 2010

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Busy day at work yesterday. Y last night. We've had two really nice cool days with low humidity. Today, I walked after I ate lunch.

I am reading a new author, Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. This first mystery in the Flavia de Luce series  is set in 1950 in a small village, Bishop's Lacey, England. Flavia, an eccentric 11 year, old aspires to be a chemist acting very much older than her 11 years. She lives with her father and two older sisters in Buskshaw, a rambling, rundown country house that has an old chemistry lab from her Victorian ancestors where Flavia enjoys carry out experiments and reading her uncles ancient chemistry texts.

Early one morning Flavia discovers a dead body in the cucumber garden and vows to solve the crime before the police. Witty dialog and excellent characters including a crusty old librarian make it a very fun read. You know Bob loved it since it mirrors his own childhood of blowing up things in the basement with his friend David. You really do need to give this one a try even if you are not interested in chemistry.

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Wednesday, 9 June 2010

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Hectic day at work. I stayed late enough to finish up something for an attorney that I did not feel like going on to the Y. By the time I would have gotten there and changed it would have been well past 6pm. Instead I came home, ate a quick dinner, and mowed the lawn. Humid and warm but there was a decent breeze. It was damp from an earlier afternoon shower so I used the bagger.

Last day of public school tomrrow. The private school I pass on the way to work is already out. Less traffic for the next few months. Yeehaa!


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Thursday, 10 June 2010

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Friday 11 June 2010

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Saturday, 12 June 2010

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Last night Marcy and I went to Flint Hill Winery for dinner. It's about half an hour from the house in East Bend. Great food, excellent service. The restaurant is housed in an old farmhouse built around 1870. Thursday and Friday were beastly at work. It was nice to go out for a nice relaxing dinner and good conversation.

This morning the phone rang around 7:30. It was Frances. Mom had called her to say dad was bleeding when he urinated and was headed over to pick them up to go to the hospital. I quickly dressed and headed to the hospital beating them by about five minutes. Mom and dad went back to triage while Frances and I sat in the waiting area. We both suspected either kidney infection or uti. Once they had him comfortable and starting running tests, mom, Frances, and I went to the bagel shop near the hospital cafeterai for some breakfast. Turns out it was a uti. They discharged him at 11:30. I called Bob to let him know all was well and that I was stopping by the library to pick up a couple of reserve books and to run in the grocery store for a few things we needed.

By the time I got home and we unloaded the groceries it was already 89 with a heat index of 94. I took Malcolm out for a quick walk, went around back to pick up a few sticks, and came back in soaked in less then 15 minutes. At 2:30 we had a storm roll in. The temperature is now 72 degrees with much needed rain.

This afternoon we have been building the first PC for the book with me doing the hand holding pictures.

I am now reading another book in Victoria Thompson's Gaslight Mystery series, Murder on Washington Square.


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Sunday, 13 June 2010

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I've ironed, cleaned the bathrooms and vacuumed, cleared my desk, balanced the check book and just finished mowing the lawn. All by 12:45. The grass could have gone another day or two but with afternoon/evening showers in the forecast for the first part of the week it was better to get that out of the way. Not too bad out, currently 88 feels like 92 with a little breeze.

Last night about 11:30 we got the first of two nasty thunderstorms with lots of brilliant lightening. Malcolm was fairly calm through part of the first one but as it intensified he came up on the foot of the bed. Then he came up to me at the head of the bed panting and trembling. He decided the safest place to be was lying on top of me. Once that storm passed he jumped down but the second was not too far behind. It was much worse. Once again he was lying on top of me. I finally got him lay down on the bed between me and Bob. That worked for awile until a loud pop/crackle/boom made him jump up and back on top of me again. At some point I moved out from under him giving him my place in the bed and I went to the foot and curled up with a pillow. Around 12:45 that finally left the area. I moved Malcolm out of my place and we all finally settled down to go to sleep. If I had known a second one was coming in I  would have given him a calming pill but by then it was too late to do anything.

Then he woke me up this morning scratching his claws on his crate tray taking a bath. He goes in and out of there to sleep during the night but pushes his dog bed to the side when it's hot. I finally got up at 7:30 not being able to go back to sleep.

More hand pictures this afternoon.

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