Time Marches On

Time just keeps marching on and I have no idea where it's all gone. Summer is half over already. The Firemen's Picnics are going full strength and it's time to submit my entry form for the Harford Fair. Other than our peppers our veggie garden seems to be doing well. We've been picking yellow squash like crazy (even though we only have two plants) and hopefully we'll start picking cucumbers some time this week. We also have a couple of fair sized eggplants to be picked soon. The tomato plants are loaded with green tomatoes but they aren't even close to being ripe. Because of the heat and then the rains I haven't been out to the wild huckleberries lately to see if we'll have any this year. I doubt that we will have enough to do anything with since the late frost killed the blossoms and the same for apples. However, the elderberries are a later blooming plant and we should have plenty of them to pick.

Blogging is like my diary

I remember a few times I got a "My Diary" as a Christmas gift and I'd eagerly await 1 January so I could start to write in it. My blogging is alot like my diary experiences. I'd write in my diary every day for about the first 2 weeks and then it'd be once or twice a week for another 2 weeks and then it'd be about 3 times for the whole year. I have concluded "My Diary" and my blog reflect my life ... too boring to put into words.
I started part of this blog as a way to keep track of Chessie's medical history. She has now been on Denamarin for a year and liquid milk thistle for cats. So far it seems to be working fine. Chessie is still the one in charge in this house and demands much loving and play time. However, whenever she appears sick I panic. She has had one runny eye for about 5 months now and Paul thinks she's looking a little skinny lately. After looking at her this morning I have to agree she's looking thin. Now the panic begins. I worry so much about the FIP and her liver condition. Her appetite seems to be okay but she doesn't seem to be eating as much as she used to (progression from kitten to cat?) and she seems to tire faster when chasing paper balls (again, is it that she's outgrowing being a kitten?). More panic. I think maybe it's time to take her in for a checkup.
Lizzy, on the other hand, is still Lizzy. She doesn't particularly like to be petted nor picked up and of course any loud noise sends her running. I guess she's healthy except for the normal hairball hurl. She has started to jump up into my lap occasionally while I'm reading the morning paper so that's a nice thing. And Lizzy is usually the first one to greet me as I get up in the morning because she knows I'm going to feed her. She is definitely a chow hound although it has to be something she likes.