— which I did, going to sleep well before midnight and sleeping in this morning. I may* take a celebratory nap later, as well.
I made it home from Peabody, KS without incident, and almost without one of the dogs. See, Kansas is 8 hours south and typically 10-15 degrees warmer. Also, there was very little snow on the ground, compared to 8-9 inches here. One day, it got up to 65 and I didn’t even need a jacket when walking the dogs. The Wetta household is also a meat palace — they (meaning BIL Leroy, mostly) eat meat 3 meals a day, which meant the dogs got lots and lots of fleshy nibbles. I had the dogs convinced that a bite of soy burger was decadent, but now they know better. So after I packed up the car on the final morning, I left the hatchback open and called the dogs. Ricky, who, while not dumb, has no foresight, merrily ran out and leaped in the car. Violet, however, walked slowly to the open door, looked out, and went back into the house. I had to carry her out to her no-meat, 8-hour-car-ride, Inez-wailing-to-Jimmy-Buffet doom.
And speaking of poor babies, Linda and I reached a milestone that left me, at least, feeling a bit bereft. Due to dateless evenings filled with Bookworm and crossword puzzles,** my Scrabble ability has increased. In 2005, I recorded my Scrabble misery in song lyrics, but something has changed — I’ve gotten better or Linda’s gotten worse. At any rate, we’re pretty much matched now and most of our games were neck and neck. *** This saddens me — humiliting me at Scrabble is practically Linda’s job. I think she felt the end of an era as well — she called me “Grasshopper” a lot. Of course, if she found me a good, funny man**** and reduced my Bookworm/crossword puzzle time, next Christmas might be different. You get to work on that, Linda.
Finally, here’s a roll call of the animal life living in and around Chez Schaechterle (in alpha-order******, no less):
*in this context, “may” means “definitely”
**and how sad is that?
***our wattley, wattley necks….
****politically liberal and a sci-fi/fantasy fan would be good too. Tall, if possible. Not a smoker, must love pets*****
*****and now we see why I’m still single
******alphabetical, that is. We all know I’m the Alpha around here, closely followed by Zeke and Violet.