Confusion and hold on two doctors while two others...

...I will be seeing the cardiologist with my Lexiscan stress test results this afternoon, and tomorrow morning my neurologist for my blurry eyes that come and go. Oh, and my drunken sailor issue as well as my tremor, that happens to cause double letters here, due to staccato rhythmic hand maneuvers. Although, as usual just all part of my Multiple sclerosis. 

The confusion was with my pulmonologist giving me too high a dosage medication and he is on vacation or gone this week due to having only one employee making the phones, and so I put a stop to the delivery of that new medicine! And the opposite issue with my dermatologist's office not sending me enough of my new medicine and I am almost out!

The white tarp for the pergohut is in at Lowe's and we need gold acrylic paint and so that will be picked up at Michael's while up that way. Probably dinner by that time too.

Tarp sounds so tacky, but in white they are attractive, we had another for over the pool as sailcloth, and no one knew any different... the difference is in the price!

Tarps are a fraction of the cost of canvases, and quite durable while also attached via grommets.

Hubby decided he will be threading a rope through the grommets on the tarp instead of using the white bungees. He feels then it will be better secured.

The covering is only for the summer heat down at the pergohut.

Many are wondering why we did not train vines to go over the pergohut, and the reason is quite specific and logical.

Decorative natural vines are perfect habitats for everything from bees, wasps, and rodents, etc., and we have had that issue previously with our bougainvillea framing our patio decking! Beautiful but a hazard in the sense of every nest I mentioned above were in it!

Today, oddly enough we are starting more bougainvillea, our new neighbor admired ours, that is the one down by the water.  So we thought it might be a nice welcoming gift if it takes.

The one waterside was a cutting from the one up on the patio. The rooting hormone has been used which usually created success in making more positive clippings work with roots appearing! That is what is to the right on the pool decking in the below photo. The clippings were stuck in with the coconuts that are also in potting soil, enhanced with sand that the coconuts need.

 And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. I will comply anyway for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie, because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!