Then I can take her where she needs to go without risking getting nipped. Understand, Zette only tolerates me when she really wants something and no one else is around.
Monday might have been Zette's last day as I misunderstood Mike to be requesting that I take her in to have her put down - I'm still not certain that he didn't mean that - but on thinking it over I knew he would eventually feel better if he was with her at the end and by the the time I talked with him about it, Zette was a bit more responsive and next morning she was enough better that we felt OK just waiting. This week has been full of dog events - Zette, my husbands blind dachshund may have had a stroke on Monday and was behaving poorly for a day or two, Nutmeg went into get spayed and has lost her rosy view of the world, and Gertie had to get her allergy shot. It just does not flow, bouncing from one viewpoint to the next, and there is rarely anything fun or absorbing going on to draw me back when I put it down, just characters in uncomfortable, if not desperate, situations. I still haven't got halfway trough Rhythm of War. Way more info than you wanted! Reba is so busy with her move I didn't want to load it up on her! Having a heated floor, however, you can dry it amazingly well (we've had a washing machine plumbing failure and got through it ok)/ If that ever blows, it will be kind of a mess. I'm only sorry he didn't make a 'tub' for the hot water heater. The first floor has about a 12 foot height, plenty of room for that! I have problems with mold and I loathe basements. All "guaranteed" for fifty years and the house designed so that when the time comes the next people can abandon our system and reinstall a new system on top of the cement floor with (probably) a wooden floor on top. This house is on a big cement slab with the radiant pipes embedded in it. And Vermont really is sort of a northern rainforest (usually, right now we have drought!) and basements tend to get funky. It helps, of course, to keep things from freezing but not essential - here in Vermont quite a few of the more experimental houses (straw bale, tamped earth etc) don't have them either. Long ago you remarked on Reba's thread that you thought everyone in the north has to have a basement. The grandchild just turns them all face down and then is pretty cavalier about turning them back in precisely the same place!Įdited to admit, I didn't follow up with a book-related comment. Every pair found gives you an extra turn. The idea is to find pairs, which you keep.
Lay all 52 cards out and take turns revealing 2 cards. Beats me hollow and has done so since she was 4 years old. I'm losing my original ability because said grandchild can play a particular concentration card game* so well, she doesn't even have to lay the card back in the same spot. I used to think it was a photographic memory, but when I was looking up "eidetic" (which was a word I didn't know), I see that maybe I'm wrong about the kind of memory we have. (I assume everyone knows that's a memory game of a tray of objects). I, my daughter and my eldest grandchild are killer-good at "Kim's Game".
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