200 year-old house on 25 rocky acres in high country upstate NY and SO many highbush blueberries!
Monday, September 20, 2010
The Grill and the Dog
I never managed to get myself a grill. Grilling is one of those things that I've felt was more of a man's thing and so I haven't had one (a grill or a man). I considered buying one (a grill) last summer, but hemmed and hawed and eventually decided against spending the money.
A few weeks ago, I helped some of the fire people move. They had an extra grill that they were going to get rid of, and so here I am with a free grill, grilling hamburgers, watched over carefully by one old dog. It didn't seem to make sense to only grill what I would eat (one burger), so I cooked them all up.
The other thing I've never had before is a propane tank to fuel a grill. Purchasing the tank was yet another in a long line of firsts for me, where I do something kinda wrong before I get it right. I walked into the hardware store and said, "I need a propane tank." (pretty straightforward, huh?) The lady there assumed that I needed a tank filled, so sent me out to the filling station to meet the guy. Then I had to come back into the store, start all over again with the lady, buy a tank, wait for them to find a tank, they can't find a tank and have to refund my money, then they find a rental tank to loan me until they get tanks back in stock. Good grief that was more painful than it needed to be. It's getting old, this whole part where every single thing that I do is a first. I'm not in the mood these days to be out of my element all the time and make so many beginner's mistakes. (I think I'm grumpy because fall is coming...)
Desmond is slowing down pretty quickly. I've started to feed him only soft food, and on a raised box so he doesn't have to bend down so far. He slips and falls a lot, and doesn't get up as much anymore. Now he often thinks about getting up and decides to stay where he fell. There are two steps into the house from the front yard and our new routine is that when he wants to come in, he waits for me to go out and walk next to him so I can catch him if he falls on one of the steps. He's not entirely continent. He sometimes doesn't realize that he's pooping until it's too late. Often it's in his sleep or right after he gets up, so when I come home from work, I make sure we all stay outside until his system is clear. He's still very interested in food though, as the picture shows. His family may have had a grill in his previous life.