My sister texted me before 8 a.m.: "Are you up? And talking?" I replied that I was up and had told The Husband "bye." She gave it another hour before she called.
She's worried and sad. Her little dog, Sparky, a Yorkie, had a tumor removed from his neck earlier in the week, and she is worried about what the biopsy will show, dreading the worst. He's been her companion for maybe 10 years. She treasures him.
Before you entertain visions of a sweet little ball of fur, be advised that he is a 4-pound ball of FURY. When my sister rescued him, he was doing his third stint at the shelter, having been labeled as a special needs dog because of his foul temperament. My sister and her children managed to gain his trust, but he will try to eat anybody else. If he were a big dog, he'd have killed somebody by now. Fortunately, his tiny little mouth prevents him from seriously injuring a grown-up.
We talked about Sparky, and gardening, and other stuff. We made plans to get together next week.
Not long after we hung up, my BFF called. Her daughter just got engaged, and the two of them have been pondering wedding plans. My BFF has mobility issues and gets depressed about being unable to do all she wants to do. And the depression spills over to prevent her from doing a lot of things she CAN do, such as picking up the phone to call someone to do the yard work. I chastised her for this - "Just pick up the phone!"- then I chastised myself for the same thing. I've been needing to order replacement parts for some of our lawn equipment but haven't done it because I needed model numbers. While I was on the phone with my BFF, I went outside and took pictures of the model numbers, and as soon as the conversation ended, I sat down and ordered the parts.
Not long after that, my other BFF called. We spent our time commiserating about our arthritis and other ailments.
Three marathon phone calls in one day might be a record for me. By the time I hung up from BFF #2, it was time to start supper. After we ate, The Husband and I walked down to the garden and attached the wire fencing to the t-posts in what will become the tomato rows. It got dark on us before we got to the bean fence.
In a little bit, I'm going back to the garden to plant tomatoes and beans. If it turns out to be too early for planting, so be it.
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