It’s a beautiful day here, if you discount the “gazillion” percent humidity. Allegedly we are due for thunderstorms this afternoon or tonight. In the meanwhile I am taking part of the long standing tradition of moving the sprinkler periodically across the lawn.
The heat is kicking our lawns’ butt, so I convinced Jim to put the sprinkler out, with assurances that I would stay on top of it and move it periodically. Hell, my job during summer vacation, other than walking with my trainer, Kasia, is watering flowers and vegetables. Lawns? No big leap for women-kind there.
You don’t mind it when you manage to snag an occasional sunset like the one above. It makes it all worthwhile.
My trainer turned 10 years old this year. Hard to believe!
She has worn out tufts of hair on her legs and on one of them, she had been picking or hitting at it. I have to keep my girl in good shape, so we went to the vet this afternoon. She also was due for a booster shot so we turned it into a two-fer. In order to make sure she stays healthy and there is no infection on her leg, Kasia needs antibiotics for two weeks. I decided to give it to her tonight with dinner. It’s incredible how you can almost hide things in food.
I am blessed to still have her. I appreciate her every day she’s here. I know Kasia wasn’t too happy with me, in that she had to go to the vet. Hey, I need my trainer in good shape!
Anyone who personally knows me knows of my love for hydrangea. I was truly sad when we moved from Wissahickon, because I left a hydrangea I had gotten back from 2005 St. Valentine’s day. Oh well.
The only trouble being here is the city of Cape May has a ton of beautiful hydrangea, as does the area where I am at. Everyone has awesome plants but me. Bugs constantly attack my bush. I spray the hydrangea with neem oil to try to get them off: with my cancer history, I really don’t want to go hard-core. If anyone has any clue as to what to do to get bugs from making holes on hydrangea leaves, please leave me a comment.
Kasia and I were at the bay this morning, since we both enjoyed the break in the weather that started with yesterday’s rain.
You can see the marked difference in the sky from yesterday. The blue over the bay was back and a great breeze was riding side-car. We walked for a nice clip along the bay and then made our way back home.
The flip side of this is it is still vacation time for a lot of folks, and I guess the amount of umbrellas will increase as we get closer to the weekend. It’s ok, though. Kasia and I are used to it and will adapt when we see a lot of folks. Hopefully we will keep getting out early enough to enjoy some solitude on our mother/daughter/ trainer walks. I know she enjoys them. As for me, the exercise is good, but more importantly, I savor every second I have with my girl. I know her sister, Zush, would want me to.
The bay was a little tired looking this morning. The sky kind of matched it in a blue-grey sort of way.
It was my sort of bay. It was an after the rain-drizzly day sort of bay. No one on the beach, and you actually saw whitecaps on the bay, which is something you only see when we have a storm. The breeze made it very pleasant, and my trainer, Kasia, was pushing me to walk on.
…so we did.
She was genuinely happy in putting me through our paces. The picture above was taken during an early morning walk during the past heat spell. Kasia had the barest of walks then, in her health interest and mine. We are happy to say that our air-conditioning is actually off and we are getting a delightful breeze through our windows. We probably will have two or three more walks today in order for us to take advantage of the nice breeze.
Boy, how I wish that we had some clouds in the sky right now.
Like most of the eastern part of America, we are in the oven for a few days now. Yes, I know it’s July, but when the heat index reads 115, well, I’d like to talk to those who don’t believe in global warming.
You know it’s hot out when even the bay water looks like it could be stock for soup! Yet some folks who have their vacation now are ON the beach. How they can actually stand the heat is beyond me. There are more heat advisories than you can shake a stick at, but just seeing that hot sand?**shaking my head**
Kasia and I walk early in the morning on the shadiest street. Once we take care of business, she’ll turn and look at me as to say,” Air-conditioning…NOW!” I can’t say I blame her.
Here’s hoping for cooler weather and that you are staying cool too!
I have been off the blog for a little while because we had company here and things were kind of hopping.
The heat is taking its’ toll. Rain is not a common occurrence ; the lawns are starting to get brown from lack of water. My new normal morning includes watering all the flowers so they keep hanging in there. I do enjoy seeing the fruits of my labor.
The first “Jersey” tomato is ripened on the vine and ready to be picked. What a treat it will be to crack it open. When watching my calories, our tomatoes prove a treat, as they tend to be quite flavorful. It is to the point that I eat regular tomatoes only during the growing season. Outside of the season, the flavor of other tomatoes can be quite disappointing. We also have fresh lettuce that Jim has grown and I have been harvesting for salads. That has been really tasty. It makes you WANT to eat a salad.
This blog post today is dedicated to my late neighbor, Jeanne. She passed away this past winter at the age of 92. She always was a blog reader of mine, and I always looked forward to her comment for the Jersey tomato post.
The sun is far from going down on my behavior modification.
We had our appointment with the dietician today, after having to reschedule twice due to work conflicts for the both of us.
Embracing changes in diet has been gradual, but evidently effective. I am down twenty seven pounds. Jim is also down. It’s a good thing. Our blood work that we had done recently also reflects the lifestyle change.
What also is nice is that I have approached the whole concept as not a diet, but indeed, a lifestyle change. I wasn’t looking to drop five pounds a week. A half pound or pound or two a week was much more realistic. I didn’t care as much as I wanted to keep off what I had lost.
Since the beginning of April we have both embraced this journey. I can honestly say I have been eating as I would want to for the rest of my life. The shocking part, for me at least, is that I really haven’t been hungry for the junk that I normally would have reached for. For me, this was the hardest part ,initially. Hey, I am a big fan of crumb cake …not to mention other things…
So, the “weighting” for change is an on-going process. As long as we keep off what we have lost, and feel better, we are ahead of the game.
Jim had four days off so we wanted to do something a little bit different. We hadn’t been to Atlantic City in a bit, so we headed off on a road trip
I hadn’t been to the Hard Rock casino,, and we decided we would head on up to check it out. We went up and stayed for just a few hours. After all, we just wanted a little something different.
So I managed to get away from the slot machines after actually making some money and leaving with a profit. When we got outside, I was greeted with the sight of the Steel Pier Ferris wheel. Being from the tri-state area, I remember the Steel Pier of my childhood and was happy to see it had managed to be still active.
We made our way home after a nice night. We were happy to see Kasia as she was to see us, and thus ended the little vacation.
The first Saturday in July usually has this sign up by our house. It’s a sign of our ” Whale of a Day” street fair. Our “Amity” gets vendors up and down the Main Street, and the proceeds benefit scholarships for the local high school.
It usually is a quick walk for me, especially on a day like today. The humidity is brutal. The flip side of this? There are tons of water,water ice, ice cream, smoothie and other vendors that have lines out the door.
On a serious side, Townbank, in the 1600’s was a village for whaling boats. Thus, the “Whale of a Day”. It is tied in to the Fourth of July, so they knew folks would be in town with money to spend. I got some kettle corn for the house,dog treats for Kasia, a bottle of water and earrings. I don’t buy things that advertise where we are, as I live here. I am happy to support the fair and check out the vendors.
It would just be nicer on a day 20 degrees cooler!
It is July. We all know that. If you read this blog with any regularity, you know how MUCH I hate the humidity. This morning when we got up, Kasia and I went out for our walk and I came back like a wet wash rag- really! With a 100% cotton shirt on, I was soaking wet.
My “trainer” put me through my paces a wee bit, but she was feeling the heat, too. We are vegetating inside, and I might even take a nap. It’s that hot!😓You can bet I am going to dream of October,too!
Today is the third of July. Our township celebrates the holiday tonight with fireworks over the bay tonight.
Please be safe and careful. Remember your canine friends and neighbors and think twice before you think about lighting firecrackers. Hey, I am human and I HATE firecrackers. This is the time of year that the most dogs are lost, all because of fireworks.
Most importantly-stay cool! 😎 See you after the holiday.
It’s the beginning of a hot stretch. My trainer, Kasia, is feeling the heat, as am I.
So what better time to give the Kas-girl a bath?
According to Kasia, there is NO good time for a bath. 😂
First I make a bucket full of warm water with a wash rag. She gets shampooed with oatmeal and neem oil shampoo. I wash her gently but thoroughly. As you can see by the standing picture, Kas wants to be anywhere but here.
By the time it comes to rinse off, she resigns herself to sitting down. I am soaked down to my skin. I only make the same observation: who gave who a bath?
..for Beth our Mailperson. Back in the city, our male Mailmen weren’t too nice to her. As a result she’d bark at them all the time. What a difference a small village makes.
Beth comes up slowly with the truck, especially in the summer, as she knows I have her out there. She goes slow so Kasia won’t get frightened. It’s really incredible. Before Beth comes to our house, she goes down a block on the other side of the street. Kas will bark once to let me know to get her ready. I bring her out and Beth rewards her with a biscuit.
Nice to have an animal friendly mail server! It’s deeply appreciated.
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