This has been an eventful week, with Thanksgiving, a visit from a visiting veterinarian and the delivery of a doll bed for Angel for Christmas. The little vet was very thorough, examining my old cat from head to tail, palpating her abdomen and peering down her mouth and throat. Look as she did, she found not one thing amiss and congratulated me on having such a healthy, although ancient, cat. i had been prepared to have her put down if there was anything seriously wrong, but she will be with us longer, I am sure.
But now to the doll bed. Putting it together reminded me of a doll house we purchased for my daughter fifty years ago. The wretched thing was made of tin or aluminum and had little tabs that had to be bent over to hold the thing together. We worked on it until midnight on Christmas Eve, and it never really held together. By the time it was finished, none of us were speaking to each other. The doll bed was easier, but when it was all assembled, my husband found a ittle hole in the headboard that seemed to have some function, and being a perfectionist, he dismantled the thing and put it together all over again. This time the hole was in the foot board, and we decided it was simply because the two pieces were interchangeable and so we left it as it was. The doll that was supposed to sleep in it hasn't come yet.
We took a rather long walk today, coming back slowly but with little pain. I had my walker and stopped and rested from time to time.
Time marches on. Almost time to bake the Christmas cookies. Bye and take care.
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