Surprise Santa

Santa came to The Compound early this year disguised as Timothy J. Lambert. Two droughts this year pretty much finished off my yard, so I’ve been focusing on keeping the flowerbeds and the potted stuff alive. After some raking, bagging leaves, and repotting and shifting plants, this is a section of the yard behind the house the way it looked on Monday night:

Then, PRESTO! This is how it looks now (in the rain), after Tim gave us an early Christmas present and had someone come sod the yard.

Next up: The removal of that tree. Sorry, Tree Huggers, though I’m one of you, this tree keeps killing my yard and providing safe haven and highway for rats, who need to relocate to some other family’s tree.

Beautiful face

That’s Tildy. I met her today at Scout’s Honor Adoption Day. If I could have another dog–I can’t–I would adopt her in a second. In fact, I’ve never seen such an outstanding group of dogs ready to move into their new forever homes. Check out Scout’s Honor’s web site to see some of these precious dogs and cats who are available for adoption.

And if, like me, you’re not able to adopt, maybe you can become a foster. Scout’s Honor Rescue covers all fostering costs. I can’t believe the number of dogs Tim has fostered, and every one of them has left The Compound for a home just right for their personalities and physical needs. Knowing how great their forever homes will be fills a goodbye with joy instead of sadness.

Faint heart never won fair lady

Whenever I make tuna salad, I think of my brother-in-law Wayne when he was wooing my sister. He’d come over on Saturdays after Debby and I did our housework. I’d make a pest of myself while they sat in the living room and listened to records and tried to talk and flirt. Most Saturdays, my mother would make sandwiches for our lunch, often tuna salad.

It wasn’t until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.