Anyone familiar with Spartina? A friend discovered the line, which a local retailer has carried for a while, but I confess I’ve walked right past them to the Vera Bradley selection…
(Not my pattern, but pretty!)
Turns out the Spartina Cellphone Wallet is just what the doctor ordered. It holds my iPhone well enough in the front pocket, and there is just the right space inside for the essential cards, cash, etc. There’s even room for one lip something and my car keys.
The wrist strap is detachable, but I find it highly useful. The whole thing happily drops into my tote-style handbag, but I find myself grabbing just this little wallet more often than not for quick errands and dinner out with the Knight.
And how did it get to be the end of August already?! Gah! So many deadlines…
Reba McIntire’s “The Greatest Man I Never Knew” has been running through my head since I got the news yesterday afternoon. Our hearts broke when we learned that the biggest, gentleman-dog of our doggy bloggy world crossed the bridge.
Photo borrowed from Thor's mom's blog
We never got to meet Thor, but we met some of his people last year, and we loved him as though he really was the dog next door. Please pop over and wish his grieving family well.
We’ll miss you, Thor, so much so that we’re going to call Thursdays Thorsday indefinitely.
And yes, we did still have cupcakes for Gretchen’s birthday, and there were presents, but everything was rather subdued and there were no pictures.
In happier news, there’s a still a spot in OBX waiting for us. My relations confirmed yesterday that the damage is minimal, so much so they’re staying there and regret leaving their own dogs at home. Our hearts go out to those not so fortunate, up and down the east coast.
At home, Gretchen was NOT amused that Dadaw bought a new back door on her birthday, but that too is a story for another day…
Sissy says, "What IS it?!"
Three years ago today, Lady Gretchen Greer the Crup was born. We had to wait 8 more weeks for her to become a part of our lives, but her birthday is a huge deal!
Hope you enjoy the look back, because we’ll be celebrating tonight, so there aren’t any new photos to share just yet.
Oh – and we survived Irene just fine, allowing me to scoot out yesterday for birthday party supplies…
Gretchen - and Sissy's tail - at her first birthday party
Tune in tomorrow for an actual post-birthday post.
How was your weekend?
Looking out at OBX
I apologize for being rather self-absorbed this week. Irene has now shifted a bit and basically the eye will cross over our part of OBX now. Gulp. Nothing we can do about it but wait and see.
Here, we’re currently not expecting anything worth really mentioning. I’ll still buy another bag of dog food tonight and fill up our water jugs tomorrow morning.
I’m also a little heartsick about the potential for derailing the plans to have 1000 feet of One World Trade Center in place by 9-11-11. In the grand scheme of things, that isn’t as important as the health and safety of everyone else in the northeast in Irene’s path, but still… The Knight made me watch all of The Rising to date last night, and it ended with the exceptionally emotional setting of Ladder 3’s remains in the museum.
Oh well. Lots of knitting time ahead. What’s on your agenda for the weekend?
Happy girls on their OBX beach, spring 2010
Happy dogs on thursday, little friday, thankful thursday and National Dog Day eve! Sissy has been on a roll this week, so don’t miss her two recent posts. Who knows when the DIVA herself will post twice in one week!? No wonder we’re having all kinds of natural disasters over here.
It does look as though Irene isn’t going to be a huge issue in the Woods, but we’re still worried about the Outer Banks, and we’re still having significant aftershocks. Thanks too for all the kind words and reassurance; while even Gretchen is getting used to the rumbles, I do hope they’ll stop completely soon.
Anyway, tomorrow is National Dog Day. The founders seemed to intend that we focus on rescues, but in the Woods, we’re going to celebrate the wonderfulness of dogs in general. I happen to think we celebrate the fur-girls just about every single day, so I don’t know that we’ll deviate from the routine tomorrow. There will be liberal treating, a long walk as the weather allows, snuggles and/or playing in the evening as they each desire, and more cuddling as we sleep.
Will you be doing anything special to celebrate?
Thankful? I’m very thankful that we had no damage from the earthquake. I suspect a lot of you are actually seeing the same footage I am of some of the more serious damage here in Central Virginia and beyond. Compared to the damage – both personal and community-wide – my Kiwi relations had with their quakes, we are sincerely fortunate. I am also blessed to have very compassionate, supportive friends!
Now, to see what Irene is going to do…
What are you thankful for today?
We’re fine. The dogs are fine. The house is fine. Some stuff rattled into the floor and Gretchen is still very sensitive to the aftershocks, but there’s no structural damage, nothing of any real value was broken, and now I can focus on getting ready for Irene.
The post title goes with this photo, which I snapped when Gretchen dropped (Sissy’s) mousey – a beloved gift from Auntie ‘Nita – off to get a sip of water. Crazy dog. Mugsy used to intentionally drop tennis balls in his water bowl when he was hot, as though the ball must also want to cool down. This is one of those times I’d like to know what was running through her little head…
I’d like to particularly thank my west coast friends and Kiwi relations who haven’t made fun of those of us more than a little rattled by our ‘quake. Some have implied our 5.8 – 6.0 (they keep changing it, not that it matters) shaker was no big deal at all and we need to buck up and get on with it. Fine. I’ll remember that when they’re so danged excited about their centimeter of snow…
There has been some serious structural damage. A home or two was damaged, perhaps to the point of ruin, and a couple of national treasures – the Washington Monument and the Episcopal National Cathedral – sustained some very real damages. Likewise, more than one school in Louisa County is being inspected by engineers, and several require at least minor repairs.
Gg's personal portable disaster kit
Please be gentle with us. This continues to be a big deal as we’re still getting aftershocks in the 3s and 4s. Stuff is still rattling on and off of walls and counters, and maybe that’s no big deal in your world, but here, it’s unsettling, especially for wee Gretchen Greer.
For those of you not earthquake savvy, here are a few interesting things we’ve learned in the past 20 hours or so:
- If you’re in a moving vehicle, even a near 6.0 quake doesn’t register with your system.
- Evidently, a 3-4+ aftershock can be dampened so that only the audible parts of a quake are evident when you’re on an elliptical machine humming along at 160 steps per minute.
- Dogs are early earthquake warning systems. Several of us were altered before one or more of our tremors by a dog.
- Shallow fault lines create really intense, widely-felt quakes.
- 100 year old brick buildings don’t like to shake.
- Pampered Chef’s Executive series griddle can “surf” to the floor from a draining board without so much as a scratch.
- It’s fascinating to see what stayed put – a pedestal mounted large, flat screen TV – and what didn’t – that griddle.
- Earthquake drills in Virginia schools aren’t as trite as they seemed before yesterday.
- When the cell towers are taxed, I can still RECEIVE tweets, but not texts or calls. Nothing happens out-going.
- I’m glad a local newscaster is a new friend. I joked when I grabbed my phone immediately after the first shaker, that she’d let me know what was going on. She did, even though she wasn’t technically on the clock… but soon was.
Now, about Irene…
Edited to add: Sissy wanted to mark the anniversary of another significant August 23rd…
Just a quick note to assure everyone we’re okay. We are very near the epicenter for that mid-Atlantic ‘quake. I do realize 6.0 isn’t much for my Cali-friends, but it was quite an experience for us.
It’ll be another hour before I can confirm the fur-girls are just fine, but there’s so little damage that I have no reason to rush home. Until further notice, no news is good news.