Crossing my fingers for rain
Oct. 5th, 2009 07:36 amIt's grey and overcast outside this morning, and I would LOVE for today to be a drizzly rainy one. Alas, there's a better chance of all of this overcast-ness burning off in an hour. Ah well. Still keeping fingers crossed.
Mom has been trying to make abundantly clear to the rest of her sibs that Grampa's condition IS YES THAT SERIOUS and if they would like to visit their father while he is even remotely in his right mind, then they should get their asses down here ASAP. As in, within the next six months. My Uncle Tony and Aunt Nancy (also my godparents and made quite completely of awesome) are coming down this month, so that's good.
Mom's also been talking about Gramps getting more exercise -- to clarify, "exercise" for him would amount to taking a walk over here (we're next-door) so Mom can show him what we've done with our back patio area, or to show him how Darwin runs the weave poles. Sunday, Mom drove him down to the agility course (at my request) so he could see what I've been doing for the past two years. These little outings wear him out, and after the five minute drive to the course, the ten minutes they were here, and the five minute drive home (no exaggeration -- the course IS that close to the house), he went down for a nap. And he'd just woken up from a nap when Mom took him down to the course, so his stamina is pretty much nonexistent right now.
I was really glad he came down to see, too, because this is something I've been working at and am proud of, and I don't know if we'll ever make it to any trials, and I don't know what kind of shape Gramps will be in if and when we do make it to a trial. But he came, and was duly impressed. :) They had just caught an agility competition on TV a few days before, and Mom was like, "That's what Kara and Darwin do!" So it was kind of fresh in his mind when Mom brought him to the course. And Darwin did really well! --Well, "really well" despite the part where he got a wild hair and decided that the obstacles I was directing him to were BORING and he'd have much more fun if he made up his own course as he went along. And when he does that, he adopts this really goofy run that's like a gallopy-prance, and he tongue is lolling out of his mouth like he's laughing at me. "CAN'T CATCH MEEEE!"
(Ah, yep. I knew it. The clouds are all gone now.)
Well, I've got some date-nut bread to make, and a pumpkin-gingerbread recipe I want to try, and two puppies who still need to be walked, SO I'm off to attempt something resembling productivity!