Brown Grass

All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go, to quote John Denver. I'm not standing outside anyone's door, though. I'm sitting on the couch with Olga snoring next to me. I thought she might get apprehensive when we got out the suitcases but she doesn't seem bothered in the least.

I took her to the cemetery yesterday. It was pretty warm and she wasn't exactly a bundle of energy but we had a leisurely walk through the parched landscape.

Look how dry that grass is!

I gave Olga a drink from one of the spigots. She seemed more excited about lying in the water than drinking it.

Otherwise, it's just been a matter of getting the house ready for someone to stay here. There are lots of little tasks -- washing Olga's pink blanket, for example. I didn't want Warren to have to live with that thing in its typically doggy condition! We also scrubbed the bathroom and the kitchen. I still have to change the bedsheets, but we did at least give the Russians' plants a good drink. (And of course all of ours, too.)

Next stop: Michigan!