Ah yes, another beautiful day in the neighborhood. Actually have enough fallen leaves to rake, not that I'm doing any such thing, of course. DD invited a friend over and they are working on her treehouse in the woods (she built it herself--surprisingly sturdy, but too high for me to boost myself up into), raking leaves into a pile and laying in them, losing the dog.
Yes, losing the dog. The girls went for a walk down by the railroad tracks, came back, ate lunch. I asked where the dog was, they don't know. I look in the usual places, they look, DH looks, I drive around and look on the roads, I walk half a mile down the railroad track looking, DH drives around looking, the girls pretend to look, I drive around some more looking. Finally we get a better story out of them, we go and look exactly where they last saw her (oo, there's a concept ) and lo and behold, the poor old thing is standing on top of a narrow ridge looking for a way down. For about 2 hours, I would estimate, maybe more. She is now gratefully sacked out in the living room. Oh brother.
I got lots of exercise.
Kiwi