Follow-up and more

 

The history of deaths from prop guns did not show up on my blog until later for some reason...

And so here it is again, I do hope. The need for knowledge of this is up to you individually to understand how it could happen.  I'm just saying...judge lest us not be judged?

https://www.kuow.org/stories/on-set-deaths-from-prop-guns-are-rare-but-not-unheard-of

Moving on...

Charlotte County Florida Utilities has asked all people to cut back on their water usage due to their ability to be at only 75% output capacity, this is due to what specifically? I tried Googling this situation, and came up empty!

So I formally contacted the local TV station that ran the story, and I am now waiting to hear back from them.

Hubby did remember them mentioning not being able to get certain chemicals they needed, which is concerning, for purification? Not said. We are on city water and pay dearly for that privilege.

Moving on once more...

My seeds for the pampas grass will be arriving today, not Monday!

I do believe they will make a beautiful addition to any one of our gardens!

And we decided to leave the turquoise pot as is! Give it some history! Hubby is planting the Mexican petunias in as I write this and I should have a picture any minute!!! Here it is!

Moving on again...

A wardrobe inventory unmassed the fact that I do not have any blouses that are buttoned down all the way down!

Ordinarily, this would not be an issue, but due to hands and elbows surgery it apparently is, and that is logical.

In order to remove my upper clothing without an issue, buttoned-down blouses/shirts are preferable.

So I did try going into a store after my doctor's appointment Thursday, but a weird thing happened and for some unknown reason I felt as if I was going to vomit so I flew out of there on my trusty blue motorized wheelchair at lightning speed. Fortunately, they have automatic doors, and I texted Hubby since he was in a different department! I told him that I was outside and why!!!

It was hours before I felt better... I never did vomit but I felt that way for hours and had a bucket next to my bedside, Hubby had given me a plastic bag in the car for the trip home. I had become cold and nausea and until I took a Pepcid Complete with two Gas-X I felt just awful! They took their time working, but they did!

And that is why I could not get any blouses from my favorite store, Beall's Outlet, and so I bought three online. Believe it or not only one will be here today and my surgery is towards the end of this week... the other two will be about a month apart from one another, with one coming in November and the other scheduled to arrive in December. I am glad I still have a decent-sized bottle of Woolite! I will be doing a lot of hand washing, but will I? With my hands and elbows surgeries???

Something needs to be figured out; perhaps, I will try again to go into the store???

And so we must go for now.

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

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? Mom apparently asked her age but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, so my 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. And here is an interesting factoid about me, 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 I tip the scales at 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, which 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, on 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 in the picture 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 by 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 out 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-a-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 I saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. 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! The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?  

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