Picture Salad

I had taken the picture of my view of a dog walk and wanted to post it. Then I found the two pictures from Toronto. I am traveling again, to Chicago in a few days, and I am having a dog sitter problem.

Now why wouldn't people stand in line to spend a few days with a couple of beagles who are spoiled rotten, one of whom has a bad neck and will demand medication for it, sometimes at 4 am? I have my "doggy camp" friends who have more than graciously offered to sit them any time, but their father is ill in another state and they may have to run back to see him at any time.

I have been frantically trying to find a backup plan, but with little success. I am going to ask a friend to see if she wants to stay here for a few days because a close friend of hers is ill and lives very close to me. So I decided it was time to Clean House. I start from the bottom up, so I was sweeping the basement. I ran across a forgotten box of pictures.

Thus ended the cleaning. I suppose I could count that I cleaned out the box, since I did toss a few pictures. I may also have finally found the negatives of the pictures taken in Texas when I was bitten by a lion. I will save that story until I see if I have the correct negatives.

Most of the pictures here of me are pretty old. Looking at some of them made me feel really old. I used to hide my legs because I hated the shape of them. All those years of ballet and I was ashamed of legs with no fat on them?

While I would love to post pictures of my daughter, she has strictly forbidden me to even email one to my brother's home. She has a serious fear of what someone would do with her pictures, so I honor her request.

I am entering Pretravel Freak Mode, so please tolerate my irregular flights of fancy for the next few days. I may also be going to Los Angeles in a few weeks. Since it would be for just a days, I thought I would try to fly with my daughter and a friend of hers on Monday that week, and just leave them from Wednesday afternoon until Friday morning, and fly back with them later on Friday. We all agree to the idea now, I just need to confirm travel arrangements and dog sittingplans. Anyone want a couple of spoiled - I mean sweet - beagles for a few days? Molly doesn't actually throw up in the car, she just doesn't like it. Honest. I think she doesn't like to give up control and let me drive.