The Blue Dog Days of Summer

It appears that we are back in the thick of summer here in DC. After a deluge of rain, we had a few mild days of temps in the low 80s for the weekend and as of today, the humidity has returned. Anyone else having a bad hair day, raise your hand?

Work is downright creepy. We are down to only four people in the office today. There seems to be this “what’s going to happen next” vibe here and it’s just downright unsettling. The receptionist got fired last week, two coworkers are out for illness (one serious, one pink eye), the boss is on vacation and I’m left with the remaining brain trust member coming to me for conversation. Enough said.

I made a fantastic new necklace Saturday night, which I may or may not actually be able to upload a photo to show you. (Cursed Blogger). Yes, that’s right a most exciting night at the Blue Dog House. Actually, I enjoyed the night. The hubby went for a rare night out with friends and after the kids went to bed, I had a nice evening to myself. The fused piece that I used in the necklace had been bothering me for a while. As a focal point, the fused piece is quite striking, but I was having trouble coming up with the best color and bead selections to accentuate it. Finally after a visit to the local bead shop, I found the right selection of beads and when I sat down at my table the design just came together. I really like it a lot.

Sunday morning was a bit interesting. The elderly neighbor two houses over died a few weeks ago and one of his sons has been at his house doing what I’m not sure. At any rate for unknown reasons, he decided to mow the lawn at 6:15 a.m. As I mentioned above, the weather was mild over the weekend so we had the windows open at night, so hearing the mower that early was a rude awakening. The hubby was up at 7 to go canoeing, which meant the kids were up right about that time too. I had them climb into bed with me to watch toddler TV while I tried to get a few extra Zs. No such luck and around 8 the psycho lawn-mowing neighbor lets out a string of expletives--again for unknown reasons. My five year-old then wants to know what he was saying. Nice. I moved the kids to the living room, while I made the bed and sorted laundry. Around 9 the psycho starts peeling out of his driveway in his deceased dad’s minivan and tears up the hill in front of our house only to slam on the brakes in front of my next door neighbor’s house (they grew up together 30 years ago). He then goes to the end of the street turns around and tears back to his house. This scenario repeats at least two more times over the course of almost an hour. Now, I understand this guy just lost his dad and yes trust me, I know that it is an unpleasant experience, but come on! I only met the dad a couple of times mostly because he was on oxygen and spent his time inside. I have never met the son, but the next-door neighbor who grew up with him, said the son is a bit of a loose cannon and a drunk. Really? That was pretty much proven yesterday morning. I was trying to cut him some slack under the circumstances, but next time I’ll be calling the police.

Moving along...

Fortunately, since I was almost developing a twitch from lack of original “Grey’s Anatomy” episodes, I have discovered that they are running reruns not only on Sunday nights, but also Thursday nights. Last Thursday night was even a double-header. I know, I need to get a life, but it is a really good show. I can’t wait for it to start up again in the fall, even as the show moves to Thursdays.

I’ve been beating myself up about not posting as often as I’d like. I do enjoy reading others’ frequent postings, but often think that I just don’t have stimulating enough material to warrant more posting. I also often have a blog idea (usually in the car) and then it inevitably escapes me by the time I get to the computer. So, rather than bore you, I’ll try to be okay with whatever rate that I post.

P.S. It seems this is my 100th post so I thought I'd share that milestone.