Early Springtime with Charlie

Hi, it’s your favorite beagle, Charlie! Or maybe I’m your second favorite. I don’t know. My mom says I’m  her favorite.

I’ll show you a few pictures of me and my friend Sadie but first, here are two other animals. Mom did something to a picture of a cat, and it isn’t even the friendly cat. This is the cat that won’t talk to me.

We saw a sign with a picture of a rabbit. It doesn’t look quite like the rabbits that are in my neighborhood. I’ve seen several now that it’s spring, but I’m not allowed to play with them. There’s a toy rabbit at Sadie‘s house, but I can only look at it. It makes noise and I’d like to get the noisemaker out if they’d let me.

Sometimes we go to a dog park with Sadie. Her mom throws the ball for us. We have visited a number of different dog parks. This one is in Timberville.

Last week we went to one in Stanley. I like going with Sadie because that way I have someone to play with. Sometime Mom takes me to a park and no dogs are there, and that isn’t fun for very long. I like having someone to run with, and we both like catching the ball.

This afternoon, I went to school for the second time. I wasn’t quite as scared, but it was still very hard to know what to do. My teacher, Miss Sydney, gave me some nice snacks. She said it can take a long time to train a beagle. 

After that, Mom bought me a hamburger to eat in the car. Then I took a nap.

A Stop at the MSV

The Museum of the Shenandoah Valley is on Amherst Street in Winchester. There are a number of medical offices in that neighborhood because the hospital is nearby, and sometimes I combine a doctor  visit with a trip to the museum. Yesterday I did that because I wanted to pick up a copy of the Virginia Garden tour book. 

Although I did look at some artwork, I did not tour the gardens to see the temporary display of dinosaur sculptures because I simply can’t walk that far. Hopefully I’ll be able to do that in the near future.

 There were some lovely flower arrangements along the hallway on the first floor.

In a Mirror, Staring.

It's only been a week since I wrote a little rant, but I'm going to complain again anyway. But before I do, here's a picture of Charlie in the side mirror. I've noticed that I've used a mirror as a framing technique several times.  Ha, I’ll probably do it again!

Poor Charlie. He likes to take walks more often than I’m able to. I don’t understand why he needs to go out six times a day. He should have a fenced yard and a buddy to play with, but my yard is so small that I don’t think it would be a sufficient space for him to play. I’m worried that I’m not going to be able to give him enough walks much longer.

I went to the orthopedic doctor on Tuesday. He gave me an injection in my left knee. It’s been in pain for over three months, and now the other leg is giving me trouble. The injection helped a lot, but I’m concerned about the way my other leg sometimes feels unsteady, like it’s giving out. I’ve almost lost my balance a number of times. 

The doctor give me a form for a temporary handicapped tag for my car. I don’t need it all the time because I can walk short distances, but if I arrive at the grocery store and the parking lot is very busy, I may need a handicapped spot. I hate needing special treatment, and I don’t like feeling old, yet here I am. 

As I drove home today, I listened to a radio program on the economy. Usually I enjoy it and learn something. Today it was really depressing. If you are reading this in April 2025, you know what I’m talking about. It’s almost surreal.

I’m retired. My savings are at risk. My Social Security is at risk. The cost of living is going up. I did prepare for a small downturn, but not a catastrophe, and it looks like there’s a strong chance we’re facing one. 

Also on the news are more weather-related disasters. No doubt many of the disasters are the result of human-caused climate change. And environmental changes can cause social changes, as people try to move to a more livable place. They’re not always welcome. (Deliberate understatement.) 

I am not a pessimist by nature, but I am not an optimist either. I try not to let cynicism make me bitter. But sometimes I just want to scream, “Stop it! You’re ruining everything!”

Well, Mr. Rogers said, “Look for the helpers.” I see they’re out there. I just hope they can rally enough of the complacent folks and the scared folks, so they can join the strong and the caring people and put us back on track. God help us!

Friendly Finches

House finches often come to my feeders in pairs. The more colorful one is the male.

Goldfinches sometimes feed together too, and also tolerate other small birds at the feeders

This week I ran out of nyjer seed and I’m not buying more because I stop feeding birds in the spring. They’ll be able to find their own food, and bird feeders carry a risk of spreading illness among birds. The seed can also attract other animals, including rodents and bears. I haven’t heard of any bears in my neighborhood, but the last two places that I lived had them visit now and then. They don’t just snack on bird food; they pull the feeders down and destroy them.

I still have some wild bird seed that contains a mixture of seed, corn, and nuts. I added some to the feeder that has the camera, and of course squirrels came to visit. This one got close to the camera so it looks like a giant.

Today I Looked for Stripes for Theme Day

CDP Theme Day / Wordless