Questions Answered Here?

It seems that I've had a number of questions lately that I haven't had a chance to sit down and answer properly. It has been a rather busy week chez tete-de-laine.

On top of it being my 60+ hour week at work, Rosa had a little emergency in the wee hours of my Friday night off that necessitated an unplanned drive into the clinic and a short hospital stay for her. A basset hound back and jack russell back legs are a bad combination, but for thirteen years we have managed to avoid any problems. Until now.

Fortunately, it is only a mild spinal cord injury and she is doing well back at home. She is, however, horrible about being picked up to go up/down stairs, and some ramp-building activity may be in store for this week. She also tested positive for Lyme disease and is on antibiotics for that, but she'll take anything in a blob of peanut butter.

My Sunday night off involved a bit of entertaining, as David's friends Eileen and Tim were up from New Jersey to go to the Common Ground Fair (knitnzu has photos of the fair here) and spent the night with us on their way home. I called David on my way home from work and asked what we should have for dinner. His response was, "I don't know. You're the chef."

So we had cheese, crackers, olives, and a bottle of riesling for appetizers; spring greens, gorgonzola, dried cranberry and sunflower seed salad with balsamic and maple syrup vinaigrette; veggie lasagne with homemade sauce and pine nuts with a Spanish red for main course; and Maine blueberry pie for dessert. Nobody went to bed hungry.

Completely Gratuitous Photos

Since I have nothing else to offer in the way of visual interest. This little guy was brought in Saturday night by the Portland P.D. Both of his front legs are broken, but he's young and should heal and is very sweet. He'd likely make a great companion for Tolo, but David's not particularly keen on getting another cat just yet.



And this little critter was all hunched up in the parking lot when I drove in this afternoon.



As near as I can figure, it's a meadow jumping mouse. I had never seen one before. This one almost certainly came from the scorched earth former wetland next door, which only makes me hate those sumbitches more. This little fella appears to be blind and ate like there was no tomorrow when I put some food in the cage. I'll be stopping by the wildlife rehab place on my way home tomorrow this morning.