Over the weekend, dire circumstances befell certain farm equipment, and so today The CEO had to drive to neighboring C-burg to drop off the mower, which has a broken spring, at Farmland Equipment, and the John Deere 4230 tractor, which has a broken seal in the water pump and is leaking hydraulic fluid, at the John Deere dealership. (Luckily, most of the mowing and baling has been done for the first cutting, and there’s no immediate pressing need for those pieces of equipment. There’s time to get them repaired.) I had to go to Wimmer’s and pick him up, a round trip of about an hour and a half, with a third of the time spent waiting for him to make arrangements with the guys at the tractor dealership…
After supper, The CEO headed off for a conference in Calgary. He’ll be gone about ten days, spending several of them at the conference and the rest in sightseeing. SOTEvening: Moschino L’Eau Cheap & Chic, for review.
Tuesday, June 14: Another cool day, highs in the low 80s. It’s beautiful outside. SOTD: The Different Company Osmanthus, which I’m finding pretty and soapy-peachy. Not worth the four-star paean it gets in P:TG, in my opinion, but there again, personal preferences play a huge role in any review. The drydown reminds me just a bit of that of No. 5 Eau Premiere.
SOTAfternoon: Moschino Funny! Been on the phone a lot today: looks like the swim lessons for the boys will be underway in a few weeks, and their week-long summer day camp starts next week. Also, there may be a possibility of an active Boy Scout troop in P—– for Gaze, and I’m thinking that Taz might like to learn to play the piano, since he’s been dinking around on it for some time now. As for Bookworm, her time is pretty well taken up with marching band stuff all summer. Running camp conflicts with the beginning of band camp, so she won’t be doing that, but her behind-the-wheel driver’s instruction is scheduled. The internship with the Congressman is still up in the air, however.
Wednesday, June 15: Still cool, and I am loving this weather! Our neighbor’s donkey woke me up early again today. Curse the thing, I hate him. There are actually two donkeys, but it’s the jack that’s loud; the jenny minds her own business. SOTMorning: Eau de Merveilles. I did really like it when I sprayed it on a card in the Rome airport Duty Free shop in March, but when I tried it on skin I was disappointed. It’s pleasant enough, but… okay, I’ll say it: deeply boring.
Took the kids to the library. Our local one is very, very small, and the offerings are limited. Still, there’s usually something there to read. SOTAfternoon: Crown Bouquet. Funny, I didn’t have any cravings for this juicy green thing earlier in the year, but it sure smells great to me today. Then we rented the latest Harry Potter movie to watch this evening. Bookworm and I had gone to see this one – Part 1 of Deathly Hallows – when it came out in November, but the theater was so busy and noisy, and people kept getting up and going out and coming back in and going out again and returning, each time squeaking the door and letting in light from the lobby, that I think I missed a good third of the dialogue.
Thursday, June 16: Taught Bookworm how to run the lawnmower. My dad never taught me how to do it; either he was worried about how I’d manage the hills in the back yard, or he thought it was a man’s job (he did teach my brother, but it’s possible that P may have asked to learn). Funny thing is, in The CEO’s family, mowing the yard was a woman’s job – while the man was out wrangling cattle and fixing tractors and planting corn and whatnot. I like mowing because I’m outside and nobody is yelling, “Mom! He’s cheating!” or “Make her leave me alone!” Did some laundry, posted a review, yada yada, boring sort of day. SOTD: Moschino Funny! , which sort of makes up for the boring.
I also took Hayley, our 8-year-old beagle-lab mix, to the vet. Last Friday evening, while the boys were out in the yard playing football, our neighbors’ German shepherd began barking at them. Dakota is the third female German shepherd that Roger and Debbie have had in the nine years we’ve lived in this house: Elsie was part collie and a big old sweetheart, but she died unexpectedly, possibly from consuming antifreeze. Hemi was next, and she was all sound and no fury; despite the fact that she weighed twice as much as Hayley, Hayley could run her off with a growl. But one of our other neighbors hit Hemi with his truck one late-summer twilight, right there in front of Roger and Debbie’s house with their son watching. Very sad. Dakota is not much like the other two: she’s even bigger than Hemi, and she’s not willing to let some 47-pound pipsqueak of a dog run her off. A few years ago, half-grown, she got the notion that our farm shop was part of her territory, and started to attack The CEO and another guy who was working for us, as well as Hayley, every time they went into the lot. So Roger put in an Invisible Fence, and things have been calm since then – except that the other day, Dakota was growling at the boys, and Hayley, who’s very protective of her human pups, went into Dakota’s yard and challenged her. We had to really yell at Hayley to get her away from Dakota, but finally Gaze got her back into our yard and brought her in the house, bleeding from one ear.
I cleaned the ear and put antibiotic salve on it, and that seemed to be her only wound. But we noticed that within a few days, the Canine Vacuum Cleaner had to be called to dinner and coaxed to eat, and didn’t want to play in the yard with her Frisbee. Her ear looked worse, so I finally called the vet. Turns out that she actually had another bite on her flank, that we’d overlooked in all her fur, and that she’d been scratching at her ear and turned it into a “hot spot.” The technicians had to anesthetize her in order to clip her and clean her wounds, poor baby, and she’s on antibiotics and a corticosteroid to reduce the irritation and scratching.
Friday, June 17: Hot again, in the 90s. SOTMorning: Testing Shiseido Inoui EdT on one arm, and Nobile 1942 Chypreon the other. Will probably review both of these; they’re interesting, if not exactly what I expected. Hayley’s appetite has returned. She must be feeling better.
Took Bookworm to B’burg to meet with someone regarding a loosely-constructed internship with our congressman’s campaign committee. SOTAfternoon: Idylle EdT (thanks again, Karin!).
Saturday, June 18: Miserably hot and humid, 96F. The boys went to spend the day with their Grandmom B (The CEO’s mom), while Bookworm and I went to help with a band fundraiser. The arrangement actually annoys the crap out of me because the way it works is, there’s a company that sets up the carnival/picnic facilities – usually for a company or organization’s summer picnic – with food, portajohns and tents and tables and chairs, as well as inflatables, games, crafts, and prizes for kids, and snacks like ice cream, sno-kones, and cotton candy. The carnival-arranging company gets paid a flat fee, of which the band receives a part for providing most of the labor. This fee is nowhere near minimum wage for a ten-hour day, even for the 20 adults, much less the 40 band members. The carnival company is making money that they wouldn’t be making if they were paying employees to do these jobs, which just burns my shorts. But then, where else is the band boosters going to make $2000 for a day’s worth of work? Arrgh.
Aaaanyway. It was hot, it was hot, it was miserably hot. SOTD: Mirto di Panarea, from Acqua di Parma’s Blu Mediterraneo series. It was lovely for the hour it stuck around. After that I was sweaty and smelled like barbecue, so I doubt anyone could have perceived my scent anyway.
Then it rained. We saved some of the food cooking on the grill, but it rained buckets and the wind knocked down the food tent, and most of the company picnic-goers left. I was soaked. Bookworm seemed to be having a good time, as she usually does at this sort of thing; at least she didn’t get sunburned.
Sunday, June 19: Cooler today after the storm. It’s a shame that The CEO is missing Father’s Day with his family, but I think he’s having a great time wandering around the Canadian Rockies. SOTD: Penhaligon’s Amaranthine, such a pretty, warm-smelling thing. Had a nice time at my parents’ house; Bookworm will be staying there next week, while I take the boys to their summer camp classes at Governor’s School.