Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.
Pond!
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Arlo's Ashes
The trip to the optometrist went well and I was assured that my vision was fine. Just to be on the safe side, though, he scheduled for me to return for another checkup next month. I'm fine with that. I left his office with blurry vision and wearing dark shades to protect my enormously dilated pupils. When I got home I went and lay down for a few hours. All that worry drained me!
Later in the afternoon and got busy with chores that I'd been putting off. One was scattering the ashes of dear Arlo who we had put to sleep last October. Bruce and I each had a beer with us as we walked around the pond with the bag of ashes. We toasted the fine dog that Arlo had been -- I think we gave him a good sendoff.
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