Before and after...

Tomorrow should be fun - Monty has an appointment at the vet and I am going to attempt to get out of the house with just one dog. Aggie loves to ride in the car so much that when she sees Monty getting hooked up to the leash, she is there! Anyhow, if I have my way, she is not going along. I have a hard enough time handling the two of them, two tangled leashes and my cane when it is time to go outside and make potty! Here is Monty with his goat-boy look; he and his barker-in-crime are in their favorite spot by the window.

A couple of weeks ago, I had Monty groomed to his normally sporty look - I found this wonderful groomer who comes in her fully-equipped van to your house and comes to the door for the dog! Solved my one-dog-at-a-time problem! Anyhow, she found a lump on his side and suggested that I have the vet look at it. I am really hoping it's nothing serious - but I'm a worrier. Here is Monty the love sponge at his handsome, sporty best...

Another advance in technology...

Day two of my foray into the blogosphere - switching from Verizon to BrightHouse Business Phone - and saving money at the same time. I love our business cable internet service - it's fast and problem free - so why not use their phone service? I wish I had looked into it sooner - the savings over a year is almost a month's office rent! Plus, they have great customer service. Isn't it great that someone is finally competing with the phone companies?

Reflections on a gift of cherry tomatoes...

It seems that it was indeed a good day to come into the office - after the long, lazy Memorial Day weekend. One of my clients just dropped by with a lovely basket of just-picked (warm!), homegrown cherry tomatoes! It was a lovely surprise - and I hadn't seen her in awhile - so we had a nice visit and a handful of sweet little tomatoes. As you can see - the basket is still about half full, but I'm slowly savoring the treat. Actually, Linda's visit reminded me (and hence the title of this first post) of a book I had in high school called Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle. I had misplaced it, but rediscovered it in the move from the house to the condo (and storage). I meant to bring it to the office, but it found its way into a box and is now in the storage unit - somewhere. Anyhow, the book was full of the free verse poetry that was popular in the 1970s. I had also discovered beatnik poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti back then along with his Coney Island of the Mind. Of course, my mother thought that reading poetry, much less ever aspiring to write it, was a weird, waste of time. I will admit that I do still read it now and then, but my efforts at writing it are limited mainly to nonsensical songs that I sing to the dogs or a recent confession to a friend who markets Melaleuca: "Alas, the truth I have to tell - I hate the smell of Sol-U-Mel."