A Sunny Day, and a Note

This pretty much sums up yesterday's activities. We didn't leave the house, except to walk Olga to the cemetery and to go to Cafe Nero for coffee. (We were out of milk and it seemed easier than going to the store.) Olga accompanied us to the cafe, where she met a Tibetan terrier (or was it a Tibetan spaniel?) with a deformed toe and its foot in an orthopedic boot. The owner explained that the dog only wears the boot on long walks. It reminded me of Olga's vet suggesting a root canal. Will we stop at nothing when it comes to medical care for our pets?

Of course, if your dog is in pain, you'll do what you have to do. You know?

Anyway, I did a bunch of stuff in the garden. The day started cold and it even rained a little but by afternoon it was sunny sweatshirt weather outside, so I got out with a shovel and planted a couple of our potted plants that we decided to put in the ground. We still have a few more to do. We're trying to free up some pots and space on the patio -- basically, we put plants in the ground when we deem them expendable and we're ready to release them to the elements.

I also made progress in the second volume of Karl Ove Knausgaard's autobiographical novel "My Struggle." This one's good too, about his growing family, but it doesn't resonate quite as deeply with me as the first -- maybe because I haven't raised a child. I continue to be a little mystified by why he's an interesting writer, considering he's talking about standing in line at the bake shop and other mundane tasks. Yet he is strangely, compulsively readable. Kind of like bloggers, I suppose!