Please say hello to Nelson, a two-year-old Yorkie mix.
Nelson arrived today from Needy Paws Rescue. He and I are already madly in like with each other.
In this video, he is chewing because I gave him a treat. He really doesn’t chew all the time.
Nelson is a snuggle-bug. He’s an inquisitive little 10-pound chap. He cannot figure out why every thirty minutes something on my landing makes noise (the cuckoo clock), but he does love to go investigate. He has also already rolled in smelly things in the yard, so there’s that.
Even Olivette, the enchanting child who lives in the house next to me, is smitten with him!
More of the first-day photos and the first gotcha-day video:
This week would have been my father and step-mother’s twentieth wedding anniversary.
As more evidence that strange things are taking place worldwide . . . my garden is sprouting an elephant ear plant.
I never lifted the bulb 20 months ago. I planted parsley on top of it last year. This year the bulb is sprouting again. But it should be mushy dead.
I’m not complaining. But something has brought this thing back to life. Elephant ear resurrection, I say.
I’m so thankful that the Metropolitan Opera is streaming a different opera every night. Over the last eight weeks, I’ve watched probably two dozen different operas. And happily so!
Revisiting artists such as Pavarotti, Joan Sutherland, Renata Scotto, Pablo Elvira, Natalie Dessay . . . this continues to be a delight.
I’ve determined that I’m going to listen to an Evensong recording every Sunday, since no one is doing Evensong right now. I have enough recordings to last me for about three months. Many of them are themed to particular days, such as Evensong for St. Etheldreda from Ely Cathedral, or Evensong for Easter from King’s College Cambridge, with Boris Ord! (That’s what was up on this Sunday, the last Sunday of Eastertide.) Tomorrow is Evensong for Pentecost, and a week later is Westminster Abbey music for Trinity Sunday.