by BirdbyBird » Tue Sep 11, 2018 11:28 am
Loving the gray cooler fall temperatures. Stopped by my favorite Thrift Store after my Chiropractor appointment. Yes, I am easily entertained but one never knows what might fall out the back of some mini van at the donation door if you don't stop to see!
Josef got his first chiropractor appointment yesterday with an adjustment for his right shoulder. Not the same one as mine but I am tempted to change. She is about my age and does both humans and animals. She was highly recommended by several individuals that have performance dogs that do agility and obedience. Hey, Josef is an athlete, too! I had noticed when I reviewed a series of action shots from the Lexington shows that something seemed slightly off in his right shoulder and it appeared to affect his top line as he moved. It was slight but to ignore it might mess up his over all balance and movement. He is too young for that. Seems all those hours working this past spring and the $$ is being used. Good thing it is there.
There was also the saga of the missing wallet which I couldn't find after the Lexington Shows but which I had a clear memory of the last time I had seen it and knew it had not been randomly taken out of the bus after that incident. I now have a much more organized MH. And cleaner, too! I still didn't think it was stolen but only misplaced. I froze a couple cards but by Thursday I went and got a replacement Drivers License and opened a new checking account. (A card with my checking account number was in the wallet.) I cancelled a pediatrist appoint for my foot because I didn't have my medical and insurance cards. I kept checking sites and saw no indication that someone out there was busy trying to spend my money, so I didn't panic but did dread the idea of getting new cards, replacing membership passes, etc. Then, of course, the day after paying the 18 dollars for the duplicate license, as I was busy gathering up small stuff to carry out to the rig for the weekend on Michigan, I found said wallet at the bottom of one of the bags that I use to gather up assorted things and get them in/out the house. The bag was carefully folded in the small stack of useful bags on the kitchen table which lets me know that I had indeed checked the bag along with the others as a possible "lost/found" site. Yesterday I went out and purchased a bright, cheerful, eye catching, pick wallet. Black may be fashionable but d@#m they are more difficult to spot at the bottom of a dark cloth bag, or for that point most anywhere.
I am now being entertained by Lark with her purple squeaky pig that we brought home as part of the raffle basket we won this weekend. It is big enough that though she can squeak it with her mouth she has discovered that if she flops down on it or rolls around over it she can produce sounds also. She is very happy and proud of her discovery by all appearances.
Now to head off for some errands.
Tina and the furry companions...Lark, Audrey and Jane