Early morning in the Cooper household looks like this. Every one of these rugs came from one type of RV or the other. The bigger rugs from the Class A, the mid length from the Fifth Wheel and the small ones from all three, including the Van. If it weren't for these, Mr. Cooper's leg would not be healing at all. I tried booties, but they came off in seconds, not to mention how hard it is to get one on a hurt leg.
Lucky for me, he pretty much sticks to the rugs, and so his leg is getting better, slowly but surely. It probably won't ever be brand new, but like my cold, it's slow but sure progress.
Yesterday I even took his jammies off. It was time for a trim since we are having much warmer 85-92 degree days. Cooper tries to be good and sits very still. Nope, that's a lie. He's a squiggly butt, making it hard to trim his legs and belly. I try using clippers, but alas scissors seem to work the best.
This is why he wears the jammies. This lymphoma or whatever is used to drive him crazy, and the licking didn't help one bit. With the covering, he leaves it completely alone. Wasn't I surprised when I let him down off the counter and watched for a few minutes. He never touched it. And so for the last whole day, he's been FREE!! And cooler!!
The Queen of the House watched from her Royal Chair. Every time she gets up, there's a pile of fur. How can that be when I brush her constantly? Let me just say it is the time of hairballs. They are all over the back yard walkways!! YUCK!! She has also figured out it's much cooler INSIDE than outside.
She has now given up on patrolling the lawn ..... she sits just under the white fence and scans the entire corral area for mice and gophers. I guess she is paying her way in that respect.
Sadly, about mid morning, having cleaned up all the puppy and kitty hair the best I could, I sat down to watch the news.
We lost a legend .... Kyle Busch passed very unexpectedly from a terminal ailment yet to be announced. He was a go-cart racer at 13 and a driver at 16 in the Craftsman Truck Series for Roush Racing at Indianapolis. He finished ninth, which truly began his career.
He won 263 overall NASCAR events ... I think that's a record. What a loss for the racing world. Prayers for his family.
The rest of my day was full of coughing and hacking, but at least the sneezes were minimal. It's definitely better than it was, but my voice has not remained intact. There's nothing like sounding like a growly bear when the driver bringing your groceries asks for the code number. He backed up several steps.
Interestingly enough, he was NOT Indian or Sikh. They are the hardest working folks around here and do most all deliveries. This gentleman and I had a nice conversation, though about 15 feet apart, because he has the coolest little white car with black rims. By the way, groceries mean ice cream in growly bear talk. I've been screaming for ice cream for days!!
I finally settled on one of those steaks I bought from the lodge. The name escapes me at the moment. There is only room in my brain for important stuff, like did I order everything I need to make ice cream. Luckily, the answer was YES.
I threw the steak on the barbie even after realizing it was the dirtiest I've ever seen, mostly because I never look UNDER the grate. Oh my gosh ... I'm surprised it hasn't caught on fire. I scraped off some of the gunk, just enough for a ten minute char. I do like my steak a little on the rare side. So does Cooper for that matter, since as Jim puts it, I have to pay the FOOD TAX.
FINALLY ... the piece de resistance!! I had whipped up the ice cream recipe and left it in the fridge for the required 60 minutes before freezing it. Okay, that's not true, because I was already yawning at 8:30. It was only 41 minutes before I grabbed the frozen vessel, dumped in the goods and hit the GO button. Boy do I love that sound.
Fifteen minutes later I was sticking my spoon in the pot for a taste. No worries, there's no one else around here that's going to eat this peanut butter, Reeses peanut butter chip deliciousness!! I dumped it into two containers, leaving my share frozen to the sides of the bowl. I stood at the kitchen sink and enjoyed every single bite ......... in between coughs!!
It was delicious ..... and I stopped the "I scream for ice cream" blues. At least it's something I don't have to defrost!!
By the way, did you notice there was nothing about the Lodge meeting last night? That's because I didn't go. Any time I have a legit excuse, I'm staying HOME!!
As much as I have tried to get to quilting on the longarm, it hasn't happened. I go over to the machine, stare at it for a few minutes and finally say NOPE ... not feeling it today. I'm thinking maybe a walk in the cool morning air will clear my head and provide a bit of oomph to get me going.
I hope you all have a GREAT DAY!!
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