It's Obvious who is At Fault

I'm not usually one to put the blame on someone else.  But in this case, it's obvious who is at fault.  The facts are all the proof I need.  It's his fault.

Fact:  In mid September, when Gary's Uncle Victor arrived to live in the adjoining apartment of our house (our guest apartment), I weighed 143 lb.  I realize some women don't like to reveal their weight or their age.  I don't really care, my life's pretty much an open book.  

Fact: today I weigh 148 lb.  *Gasp*

Is it Uncle Victor's fault?  You bet it is!

It wasn't only requested by him that we go out to dinner with him every Saturday and Sunday... it was expected of us.  

He eats slow.  Very slow.  By the time he's done, I'm ready for dessert... 

waitress: "is that all for you today?"

me: "umm. the peanut butter fudge pie... 

could you give me a piece to go please?"

Get the picture?

So today, it's with fond farewell that we bid Uncle Victor a safe drive back to Florida where he'll spend the winter before heading north again...  and though I will miss him much, I'll be able to focus on eating a little more healthy.  

Gary and Uncle Victor

Dear Diary,

Mom says I have a double.  I don't know what a double is.  Double-stuff oreo cookies.  Do I have cookies?  I think not.

So anyway... Mom got me a new jacket.  It's comfy.  She says it's for when I get groomed and my fur is shorter.  Whatever the case, I love my new jacket...

And I hope my new boyfriend/neighbor 

Max notices me now.

Gracie

Can't Play Without Scrabble Music

I came home from work to a vase of new wildflowers from our  front yard.  These things are not giving up!

Thank you, Gary

This will probably be it though. 

 I know...  I said that last week.

And they just keep on coming...

But this time I'm seeing more signs of everything dying off.  When we took Gracie for her walk, we walked around front to take a look...

Bees are dying on the waning flowers...

It's breezy... and there's a chill in the air.

"Do you want to play Scrabble?" Gary asks.

One of the first fights we ever had was playing online Scrabble with 550 miles between us. 

 He was cheating.  I swore I'd never play Scrabble with him again.  But time heals all, and I finally bit the bullet and forgave him.  He hasn't cheated since.  

Can't play without the Scrabble music.

I should have known it wasn't going to be a good game for me.

Gracie wanted to know, "What about me?"  

"Gracie, it's always all about you.  Just take a nap."

I held on for a while... 

But the hubby won in the end.  It was a bad board.  I had nasty letters.  And yes, I have a lot of excuses.  

I lost, I had to put everything away.  

So how was your day?

Have I Told You About My New Secretary?

Just minutes away from our home... 

The perfect Walk...

Gracie!  Get a grip!!

On Sunday's walk I noticed that there aren't as many vibrant colors as there usually are around this time of year.

Okay, I'll admit.  I'm a little envious of the other blogs I'm seeing with all the reds, yellows and oranges showing beautiful and  bright.

But our walk was nice.  Hubby felt pretty good. 

 Gracie was happy.  

I was way over-dressed though.  Hubby and I had a bet.  I said the temp would be 80 for a high, he said 76 I believe.

It was 79.

I'm paranoid when I hear a train whistle.
  You know why.
  
Another false alarm.

Over the bridge

It's usually like a Thomas Kincaid 

painting here in the fall.

 Not that this isn't pretty... it's just not 
what is usually is.

A Picture and Some History along the way...

Back in the day...  There's the bridge we just went over...

It was a beautiful day!

Oh...  have I told you about my new Secretary...??