LadyDelilahDeb
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Acquired a fur-child after a few years sans dog. Planned ahead this time, researched breeds, faced reality and relinquished dream of standard poodle (which me and my family knees cannot give enough exercise), discovered Bichon Frise breed, met a few locally in person and was charmed, and then used PetFinder.com to hunt for one to suit. For a year and a half. Turned up one adult at our local humane society but it was featured as "pet of the week" on local news and had a hold and two back-up holds by the time I called (that was almost a year ago). But in April this year, ta-da, Molly turned up on my PF search…at the local facility! Female, adult, spayed (of course), and just returned from her first adoption because of settling-in issues with other dog.
We're well suited. She thinks she can push the boundaries of alpha dog (she's an only dog now) and I remind her that she's beta in the household, though she gets to be alpha critter. We're a couple of weeks into basic obedience training, and she's doing well…when she wants to. Doggie treats do not excite her, she responds to cheese & baloney so far.
Sometimes I call her my personal trainer because she keeps me honest about getting an hour or two of walking into my days, every day. Two months of Molly and I'm down five pounds! (and I can tell that there's more muscle to manage the inherited family knees).
A year later, I've finally filled some of the holes that my deceased sub glanstat left in my life. Partly by getting back to taking care of myself.
Having a lengthy conversation with another young retiree who may suit as a more local play partner or even sub. But that's a "we'll see". It's good conversation, at least!
My proto-coven is now a coven, but that's all to say about that. I'm pleased with student progress!
Oh, and I've taken up a hobby I call silverplate rescue. It began with cleaning up the dozen or so family pieces, expanded to a few thrift-shop experiments (some of which I've scored for a dollar or so), and has now provided me with a sweet suite of bath toiletries (new-quality brush & comb set, herbal "tub tea" ball, pierced work soap dish, organizer trays), a great selection of attractive kitchenware (trays for my dinner, to set under vases, as "coasters" on the antique furniture). And now as bedside organizers. Oh, and it's amazing how cool a pitcher of filtered water will stay standing for days on the kitchen island in a silverplate pitcher. No fridge needed! And I don't have to own plastic ugly organizers! Wright's Silver Cream (plus cotton swabs, a.k.a. organic "Brillo") is the bomb. I route the ordinary stuff to my sister's antique/vintage shop, and keep the pieces that call me. At this point I have SIX sizes of silver-plate Liberty Bowl (Paul Revere 1768) reproductions from tiny to probably life size (22 cups, I'll have to measure it). None with alien inscriptions for a kennel club's Best of Breed 1978 or some golf club–hosted 25th anniversary bash. Not even a monogram. They nest beautifully, and hold all sorts of food when I host a play party.
Expanded in a few cases to "antique furniture rescue" but that's mostly filling in my own needs and tastes. And that little multi-story fretted-edge octagonal table gives me a place to display my current favorites among my finds.
Early June was enlivened by going to an Antiques Roadshow filming (the first ever held in Eugene). The ancestor's 1888 Parisian fire-opal & baroque-pearl insect pin appraised at about $500, so no cruises in our future! (Of course, no need to shove it back into the safe deposit box; my sister can wear it with a clear conscience.) Kevin whatever his name was that I recognized was most amusing that "she went all the way to Paris to buy pearls from the Mississippi River." Apparently that's where the baroque freshwater pearls used for the wings derived. Who knew? Big Muddy has pearls! Or had.) Warning: anyone going to a Roadshow filming should go prepared for several HOURS standing time and the consequent pain. Not to mention limited opportunities for water, food, etc. Staffers, security, and volunteers alike were fabulous and the event was weirdly worthwhile (now that I've recovered) but I went home in excruciating pain. Feet, knees, hips, shoulders, hands. (From holding onto what I was toting; not that heavy until you make it a death grip so you don't leave it somewhere during an "I'm human, need to pee" break.) And next spring or summer we'll get to see the tied-for-most-valuable painting Roadshow has ever turned up (Rockwell, 1919, half a milll in US)
Lady Delilah Deb
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