Wednesdays of Worry, Thursdays of Thousands of Things

Leading up to the semi-long weekend of Canada day proved to be rather busy and crazy. On Wednesday at some point, I noticed a little trail of blood on the cushion of the couch and immediately jumped into action to figure out who, what and why….

So then as I suspected, it was dog related, specifically, Poppy’s toe. I had this bad feeling that something more than a bandaid was going to be needed..just an inkling. I told Mat to bring Poppy upstairs and I got out all the first aid things, toenail clippers, etc. and then said a little audible plead while looking at this weirdly crooked toenail ‘Please…please be attached!’ and I looked to the sky. Then, I went for it…a little wiggle of the toenail revealed that yes, it wasn’t really attached…it had broken right at the root of the toe, sort of. So, I inhaled deeply and was somewhat panicked. I then thought I would turn to the internet for advice (why…oh why?) so I googled ‘dog broken toenail’ hoping, wishing…for an answer. Some part of me always hopes in these situations that there will be some tried and true granny’s cure for this.  I was kind of hoping for ‘soak the foot in vinegar and it will magically reattach the nail to the foot’ but who was I kidding? The creepy advice I did find was to ‘use a pair of clean plyers to pull …..’ and then I stopped reading, almost fainted and called the emergency veterinary hospital. So, one hour and $200 later….my dog is freakin’ adorable, but also, fixed, and well…stoned.

Yes, his little rubber cast said ‘OUCH’.

Now it is like nothing happened and he is back to the same fun, playful, crazy dog he always is. The nail has started to grow back again. What have I learned? Be ridiculously better at keeping his nails trimmed. They were a bit too long and this could have been prevented. I will make sure of it going forward. This is the reason he had prime rib for dinner. Oh yes…

So, Canada Day this year fell on a Thursday, yesterday, which I was kind of thinking was crappy because it isn’t a true long weekend. However, I have to say that with the exception of not getting to go to pottery class, I had an amazingly fulfilling day.

It started with fresh strawberry rhubarb crisp from this recipe. All of the ingredients were from my local farmer’s market haul for the week. I love summer…and this week has been so perfect weather wise. My local farmer’s market, despite not having any crafty element, is great for food, as one would expect.

Yesterday morning started with a clean kitchen and very little prep work:

Flour, butter, oats – oh my!

Clean and sliced rhub and strub!

Eggy, before the beating of a lifetime

Cooling a crisp on the window sill, a la June Cleaver

Alas, breakfast!

Then, with the weather being the blissfulness of sunshine and cool breezes, I decided a dog adventure was to be underway. So, I leashed up the pups and away we went to one of my favourite hiking trails with this little waterfall and river.  So, we walked and walked.

And then there we were at the river. The dogs played around in the water and it was really nice just getting my feet wet and splashing the pups.

After a good splash, lunch time was approaching so we started the trek back and stopped in a field of buttercups and wild flowers.

After tiring out the dogs I decided I needed to get back to the home stuff I was working on over the last couple of days. I have been loading myself up with all sorts of extra work lately but it has been worth it. I have not felt a lot like spinning because I don’t want to be stationary and I want to be outside. So, I figure I will do what I want as the feeling hits. For some time now I have felt like my bedroom is too…utilitarian. It was one of the rooms that I didn’t really get to do much with when I moved into this house because we had run out of time and energy having painted and decorated my studio and the entire middle floor of the house. So, it was a boring baby puke oatmeal kind of colour that I really disliked. There is, I have learned, nothing like a trip to Ikea to get the brain working way more than you ever need it to. So, with the purchase of a couple of plants…everything went awry. Next thing I knew I was going to the hardware store for some washers to affix my new shoe cabinet to the wall in the hallway. The colour cards for paint always draw my attention so I decided I wanted to paint my room an ocean blue colour, and next thing I knew I was walking out of the hardware store with paint and brushes and rollers. Then I remembered that I have been trying to clean and organize to entertain houseguests and sort of kicked myself for starting this whole shenanigan to begin with. But, oh well, it needed doing. All of the hidden things, like the carpeting under my bed, needed a good dusting/vacuuming and so on. So, now my room is done and it is all fresh and clean…but I am left needing a new solution for my necklaces. I had thought of one that I found brilliant over the last couple of years – hanging them on these wire towel racks. I could see them all, reach them and freely accessorize. However, DUST! ew….so, they need to be inside something. I hate dust. A lot! But I have an idea that yes, will require another trip tonight to Ikea, in which I also plan to buy a new blanket. Goodness help me if I leave with anything else. I don’t have anymore home reno time right now.

Anyhow, here is a bitsy of the bedroom, in bad light. Sorry..

The bed is not made as it was just put in that place. Also, I have never been much of a bedmaker. Sorry Mom.

It is a nice blue, and I sleep beside the window so it is really airy. It is accessorized with only what it needs and not a lot of extra crap to make my brain work too hard. The blank spot on the back wall will soon hold my new jewellery solution. There are lilac branches around the light fixture and yarn hanging behind the bed. It is an overall nice thing to look up at.

The new plants that started it all, a mystery succulent and an elephant’s foot palm, sit on my windowsill.

And, a simple little arrangement on my dresser.

This weekend promises to involve more cleaning, arranging and organizing. It’s the right time to do it – so fresh outside. I want to bring the outside in.