Schedules, paper and fiddleheads - life is gearing up

It was a Tuesday so there were scheduled items on everyone's list.  We try to avoid that Mondays and Fridays but the three middle days are free game.  There were conference calls, telephone calls and lots of back and forth.  It was a day tied to the office for Lee - paper is now almost over her head and we know she is 'in residence' only by the sound of the keyboard.  Ken was a frustrated gardener much of the day - the rains came down, Oh lord, did the rains ever come down.  Those seeds that were in the ground have been well and truly watered and anything that wasn't tied down blew around the property.  The winds were high, the rains were constant and wet weather gear was the order of the day.  Chantelle was in her new digs in Elmsdale, managing her covey of contractors and property management folk.  That was followed by a lighting down at Regalridge and then off to Agility.  It was inside due to the weather so Scout did just fine. 

The kennel is always a different place when the weather is bad.  The dogs are in their indoor outdoor runs without their usual access to the exercise yards, except as the rains let up.  Then it is a race to cycle everyone through before the next deluge.  Darryl thought the racing around was a great game - the rest are not so certain.  Lacey left during a break in the weather early in the day.  She is always so delighted to see John that it makes all of us laugh because she is equally delighted to see us when we open the door in the morning.  Lacey simply loves people with all her heart and soul.  Naomi and Moses are settled in comfortably and were not at all concerned with the bad weather.  They simply settled into their runs and snoozed happily.  Naomi decided that even her ever present yodel could be given a rest given the bad weather.  Poe was in and out of his connecting door through the day, checking to see if the rains had let up and he could go for a spin.  He loves the big yards and was not terribly impressed that weather alone was keeping him in a run.  The forecast is for clearing so his fortunes will change soon. 

The house dogs are totally underwhelmed by this rain business.   How can they keep an eye on Ken - he might be doing something fun and here they are confined to quarters!  Deciding that getting drenched was preferable to missing anything that might be happening, there was a lot of lobbying to go outside.  That was followed by even more lobbying to come back in.  Even the little swallows spent much of the day on or next to the nest rather than being grounded with soaked feathers. 

Dinner was a quick pizza.  Lee was in the midst of blanching fiddle heads so that suited her just fine.  Ken suffered through his least favourite night of the week and Chantelle quickly ate and tucked Scout under her arms, loaded her other appendages with purses and bags and marched off to do agility battle.  Ten minutes later, a pitiful voice asked "can you bring me some keys?"  We still haven't figured out how she juggled all of that stuff, got out the gate, locked it behind her and THEN found out that she had locked herself out, didn't have keys and was stuck.  It is a rare day that she has her phone and has it charged.  The gods were with her on that one.  Lee finished her conference call at 10 or so, Ken had settled in to rest his eyes in front of the television and Chantelle had returned with her parade up the stairs to bed.  And we are on to another day . . .