Soup, Shoveling, Shouting

I made a heavy soup from frozen turnip (has been in the frig forever), leftover cauliflower parts, onion, garlic, carrot, tomato soup and vegetable broth. Good!

I finally got the driveway completely clear, removed snow from the larger bushes and the bulkhead and cleared some from the solar panels with the Unger pole.

The damnable squeegee got stuck on the pole. It’s held on by pressure rather than a neat screw-type arrangement like the soft head, and it was a nightmare to remove. But we got it with some lube.

Teddy was wild from 3:30 to 4. I gave him his tranq, fed him and was finally able to walk him in the field from our yard to Old Barnstable and back. He misbehaved almost the whole time until we got back to the house. I thought he might even bite me.

Two neighborhood dogs were in a fight yesterday afternoon. It looked like one had “invaded” the yard of an extremely aggressive dog. As far as I can tell, we have at least four rescues in our immediate neighborhood. I wonder how much information and support the other dog owners are getting.

I can’t seem to get Ron to stop doing two things: grabbing stuff away from me when I’m working on it and shouting. I’ve tried to explain to him that I was screamed at for most of my young life, and I turn it off because it scares me. He can rapid-fire multiple demands in a loud voice and in seconds, and it just causes me to shut down.

You’d think he’d “get it”, but in ten years, he hasn’t. Sadism or just plain stupid?

I’m nursing a glass of Malbec upstairs, so having finished blogging and checking email, calling it quits for now.