Lucky duck

It’s funny, isn’t it, the way the little things are what come together to make you feel complete. I had a lovely weekend. It made me happy. In fact, all day today I was still in a good mood. We didn’t do anything fancy, but that was what I liked about the weekend. Just to give you a taste, it went something like this...

Seamus had his annual checkup, where the vet assured me he is healthy. Afterwards, John and I took him for a hike in the woods as a little reward for being so brave. Not that he was all that brave, shaking and shedding fur like they were torturing him, instead of weighing him and listening to his heart. And he gave the vet the cold shoulder when the vet offered him a treat. My rude little boy. The vet said Seamus is the only beagle who won’t take food from him! Beagles are slaves to their bellies, as evidenced by that fact that Seamus gained three pounds since last year. That’s why they use them to catch people smuggling unauthorized sausage in through customs.

John prevailed in the Christmas tree debate, so we picked out a tree (a 6-7 foot tall Fraser fir to be precise) and brought it home. I have to admit, it was nice to have a selection to choose from instead of getting stuck with the best of whatever was left like last year. Dealing with the lights was a pain as usual, and complicated by the fact that I just can’t help getting all obsessive about stringing them on perfectly. But in the end, I had a lot of fun listening to music and decorating the tree, which ended up looking quite nice. I can see it now, glowing prettily in the dining room.

I also ran 5.3 miles in an hour. The running is still hard, but I am getting better at it. Oh, and we got the oil changed in the car. I was curious if they would try to get John to have some system or other flushed like they always do when I go alone, and what do you know, they did. That made me feel better, because I have always nursed a suspicion that they tried to sell me so much other stuff because I am a woman and don’t know much about cars. As long as they are treating everyone like a sucker, hey, no problem.

There’s more, but you get the general idea. A small, homey weekend, full of small, homey tasks and events makes Bad Penguin a happy girl. I hope your weekend, and your Monday were as good as mine!