We took a walk to the wetlands tonight after dinner to check out the ice. It didn't really seem to be very thick, so we didn't venture far from the shore. I love the grassy humps in the background. It also started to snow while we were out. Hopefully sledding tomorrow -- whee!
Slick joined us at one point, followed by a Slick-search-party consisting of Lynn, Chucky, Molly and Star, the only puppy left. Who is now named Mack by the owner who will claim him on Saturday. He's the sweetest puppy. He might visit us for a little while tomorrow, a treat for a snowy day.
Lucia doing "the rocket": she puts her feet against the "bank" and pushes herself across the ice.
Snow had already covered the deck by the time we got back, so we spent some time outside writing our names in the white.
We took a walk to Lynn's to visit the puppies before the rest of them left this weekend. Two are already gone. Look how big at only 8 weeks old!
But first, Lucia and Gatlin anticipate spring.
Please let me be going to a home with no small kids!
This is Star. I don't know anything about goldens, but Lynn says they "throw" a puppy like this occasionally. He's like a little teddy bear, and so sweet.
An icy stabbing so swiftly done the victim hardly felt it. The police are baffled: Where's the weapon? The sun shines down to melt it. --Eve Bunting, Spooky ABC
A couple of weeks ago, Sabrina dropped River and Gatlin off and Mae and Mason joined us for a walk on the airline trail. We had some letterboxes in mind, but didn't even get halfway there, as the icicles were too attractive to small children with sticks.
Dante generates his own body heat while battling his icy foe.
Lucia and Gatlin see beyond the destruction to the usefullness of their frosty shards.
Hm, these are all smashed. How do we get the ones up there?
Barack Obama came to Hartford ahead of Super Tuesday, so we headed down to the Civic Center -- er, excuse me -- the XL Center to catch the show. There were lines all over the place outside, or rather one long line that snaked back and forth in front of the XL center several times, as well as around the corner a bit. Doors that were scheduled to open at 3:30 didn't seem to really open for more than 20 people every 15 minutes until 4:30. But we got seats in the first row of the upper section to Barack's left.
Eating to cure boredom waiting in the moist cold.
Filled all the way to the upper rafters with more than 15,000 people, the Fire Marshall shut the doors, so Luke couldn't join us. He watched without audio on the big screens outside. That must have been exciting. Cough.
Dante discovers the delights of folding stadium seating while we wait for things to get going.
This is Lucia's "put on a hat while my hair was wet from the shower" look. A keeper, no? Violet and Erica round out the scene, and Chris and Liev lurk somewhere behind them. Lulu's got some popcorn and is all set for some political theater.
So first CT Reps John Larson, Rosa DeLauro and Chris Murphy whipped us all into a change-loving frenzy, and then they brought in the big nostalgia guns: Caroline and Ted Kennedy. The interesting thing was that right after those two hit the stage, they brought out Barack to sit onstage during their speeches. I hadn't expected him out til they finished.
Another strange behind the scenes thing is how they hand out the signs. The RSVP page told me not to bring a bag or a sign. So they handed out homemade looking signs bearing various aphorisms like "Hope", "Change" or "Students for Obama". I just thought it seemed an odd way to do things.
Left to right: Ted Kennedy, John Larson, Caroline K., Barack, Rosa DeLauro, Chris Murphy.
We've been hosting an arts & craft day for some friends at our house for the past few weeks. During one of these, Dante came running inside to report that Slick, our neighbor's younger golden retriever, had gotten one of our silkie roosters and carried him off!
I tossed off my slippers (!) and dashed outside in my socks, to see Slick dashing off down the hill between our houses. I called her, and she dropped him and came back up to me, so I brought her inside and confined her in the bathroom. Back outside, Dante went down to find the poor silkie. I'd seen him take a few steps after she dropped him, but I didn't know if he was injuired.
So, this is our control. Our Silkie that wasn't chicknapped. Note the tail.
Now witness our poor rumpless roo! While I'm sure he's happy not to have lost more, he's not thrilled at this development. (ps -- see the black skin!)
Peepers gives me the evil eye as I photograph his harem.
Lucia doing "the rocket": she puts her feet against the "bank" and pushes herself across the ice.
Snow had already covered the deck by the time we got back, so we spent some time outside writing our names in the white.
