I was sent this free monitor cleaning device and I know you'll want it too:
Screen Washer
Click on the link... it is safe.
Sorry I haven't been back here for quite a few days, again. Life goes on just as usual. People are getting so tired of winter and are asking if I've ordered plants or started any seeds... I haven't yet!
For my part, I haven't really been feeling "rested"; these colder, snowy months are my time to regroup. I definitely should have ordered perennial roots, shrubs and trees before now, but time has flown since shutting down garden operations in September/October. I still have sewing, reading and income tax to do, while still "addicted to" Scrabulous (scrabble in Facebook) and Chatting.
Last night in the chat room, I kept quiet for a long time while my nemesis and her friend (or "frenemy" as she calls some people who report to her...) said some appallingly hateful things about a chatter who had been ill. She doesn't even acknowledge that one of the chatters of whom she inquires, has quit coming to the Room because of her (of THEIR) spitefulness. Eventually I asked, "Why do you two have to be so cruel?", and unleashed a whole pile of venom and abuse upon myself... according to "them" I'm a "f*cktard" (this is the ONLY person I have heard use that word!), and I'm paranoid and furthermore I have a "stupid" blog! They said, "Go whine in your blog..." . It's MY blog and I'll cry if I want to. The "friend" of my nemesis has told me that the SPCA will come calling on us because we have wooden dog houses instead of stainless steel, and we are still waiting. Gary says I should look up the phone number for them and post it in the room. When I told that malevolent person that I had had a meal with the SPCA representative for this area (which is the truth) he said that I was a liar because that person is based in Vancouver. You can't have it both ways, Bucko... if it's not too far to come for an inspection, it's not too far to come for a meal.... and they've been with us for a meal. The SPCA actually wanted to appoint us as directors for this area, but we have declined, because we want people to ask for help with their pets and horses, not worry about being judged.
Tugger, the long term boarder, finally went home. The deal ended well, but the young man who owned the dog had kept me guessing until it was an extremely stressful situation. I thought perhaps we were already "stuck with" another dog! Our dog Lady was such a case... she was dropped off for "four days" and is still here 2 years later, and we are SO VERY happy with her. In 22 years of business, I never had had an abandoned dog, and then Lady and her half-brother were left here. Last November, Tugger came to stay with us, and his owner paid for one month and then kept us guessing as to when he was going to pay board again OR pick up the dog. In the end, as I said, it turned out fine, but I felt like I was holding my breath for almost three months! Especially for new customers who are also strangers, I MUST print out a waiver which would declare the pet to be "ours" when not claimed or paid for after a certain amount of time. Whether such a document gives one any legal leg to stand on is moot... it would give certain owners incentive to keep in touch, and we are also prepared to be flexible.
Had a great Sunday breakfast with our friends. Mary and I are running the concession for another production of Sharon's play tomorrow night. I can hardly wait to see it again! I've overcome my lack of confidence as far as the concession goes; Sharon said that we added "class" to that facet of the evening, with our freshly ground "good" coffee, other beverages, and home baking. ANY evening with an event written and produced by Sharon has its own lofty level of class! She has given amateur and more seasoned actors some great opportunities, not only in our little town but in much bigger centres; unfortunately she doesn't have her own website that I can send you to.
So, I'd better run along and get some baking done and start pizza crust for dinner tonight.
I certainly appreciate my friends who read this blog, even though our lives are pretty quiet.
Love, Ann
