The final countdown

Less than a week to go before we shove off for AZ and ultimately OR. We have accumulated a lot of logistical things that have to be stowed in the MH later in the week. We are still vascillating over towing the car or not...I have given myself until Friday to make up my mind. I just dread 6000 miles of thumping and bumping. It tows well, but I would like this to be a smooth ride...

Aleene and I rode to BR today. Very uneventful, really. I talked to the folks there for an hour and a half while Aleene shopped...such as it is in BR...then for the 95 miles back home I got a chance to tell her about the proposal and what I was thinking. It would be good work off and on for a few weeks. More importantly, it would give me experience at the collegiate level. I've done lots of work in manufacturing, health care, public school education, and counting Perrigo, in the pharmaceutical business. Oh yes, this in not teaching although that would be my first love. This would be HR-like stuff.

Switching gears...Rose has become neurotic. She will not walk on our kitchen floor because she slides around too much. Panic on panic builds more panic with her. She has long nails which we have clipped, but when she slides she puts her claws out which on a hard floor makes her slide more. She she refuses to walk on it. I think...and this is only my speculation...that she is beginning to loose her fine, accute eye sight. She does not catch her ball as well as she used to. Remember she was as good as Alan Trammel at shortstop with one hoppers. She does not catch as many hot grounders. If you look really closely in her eyes they are a bit cloudy...again, I think. So it stands to reason that if she cannot sense with feel because of nail and sight...just a bit diminished...she gets scared and balks. Well, she will be 12 in July.