1. After Debbie had been gone for about three or four days, Gibbs realized that my chair (with me in it) and my lap are available for him. The last time Debbie left, Gibbs came up into my chair and shared it with me and often jumped off after a short period of time.
That's changed.
Do dogs make decisions?
Do dogs go through a thought process that leads them to conclusions?
I don't know.
So I can't say that Gibbs has decided to not only jump on my chair, but on my lap, and, well, decided(?) to nap on my lap while there. I can say it's what he does.
It's awesome.
Fortunately, while he takes a nap on my lap, I can use my laptop and can write, solve puzzles, read emails, and do whatever I need to while Gibbs softly snores.
2. This isn't a complaint.
When I need sprinkler service done, I text the guy who does that job. He doesn't respond, but I trust him, knowing that before too long -- maybe a couple of weeks -- I'll get a text from him asking if a certain day and time will work all right for him to come.
It ALWAYS works out.
Today, it had been a while since I texted him and I had on my list of things to remember to do that I should drop him another text, just to make sure I was on his schedule.
Well, I didn't need to write that text because right as rain, he texted me and wondered if it would work for him to come by today.
My response: "Absolutely."
Not much time passed.
His truck pulled up.
He blew out our sprinklers.
He'll send me an electronic bill.
I'll pay.
And I will continue to trust his good work and his reliability, even if his approach is a bit unorthodox.
3. I was in the mood for soup tonight and I poured about a half a box of chicken stock into a pot and added about three frozen chicken tenders with some fresh tarragon.
Once the stock had boiled and thawed the chicken, I chopped and added green onion, celery, zucchini, and a carrot, and also added spinach leaves and frozen green beans and corn.
While the vegetables cooked, I made a simple salad of greens and radishes, ate it, and by then the soup was ready to eat.
On this chilly evening, this soup worked. Especially the tarragon.
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