I found enough time this afternoon to disassemble one of the big shelves and move it over to my larger storage space. With the shelf in place, I can now start clearing away some of the clutter that has accumulated on the floor of the new room and hopefully begin to realize some of the benefits of the additional real estate I now have. I need to ask my accountant how long I need to keep financial records and receipts. I didn't realize I had so many records. If I can get rid of some of this obsessive record keeping, I'll have more room for obsolete electronic equipment.
I'm going to have to come up with a new route for our daily dog walks. The poison ivy is everywhere this Spring. There are entire fields of the stuff. Luckily, Dot and Dash haven't walked through a big patch of poison ivy yet, but it will happen sooner or later. As soon as the oil from the plants gets on the dog's fur, I break out in a rash. I don't think there's been a single Summer in the last ten years when I didn't catch a case of poison ivy. You'd think I'd build up an immunity to the stuff after all this time, but I think the opposite has happened. It seems like I've actually become more sensitive to poison ivy lately.
It's finally become warm enough that I don't need to wear a coat to our Wednesday evening dog training class anymore. At first glance this is a good thing, but I no longer have a convenient pocket for the treats I take to reward Dash when he does something good. If I just put the treats in a pants pocket, Dash smells them and spends the entire evening trying to stick his nose in my pocket. I guess I could put the treats in a fanny pack, but I wouldn't be caught dead wearing a fanny pack. I'm certainly not at my sartorial best during dog class, but I do draw the line at fanny packs.
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