We’re learning Welsh! Ci a bachgen are the first words John and I learned . We’re using Rosetta Stone (it was his Christmas present from me). Means dog and boy. I think. Could be dog with boy. It’s hard to tell with just pictures. We’ll probably buy a dictionary (if we can find one) this weekend.
I checked in an online Welsh-English dictionary. A means and. When it has an accent thingy on it, it means with. So I wasn’t far off.
I checked off the last item on my to-do list (it kept getting bigger), and I still have at least an hour and a half before any people arrive. And I just thought of one other thing I need, so I’ll come back to this.
I’m back. I had to go to Hair Cuttery to pick up my hair spray. They complimented my hair. Yes, I know they’re paid to do that. I think I’ll probably just go to them when it’s haircut time again, though. I went to the new salon that opened right next to our neighborhood Bloom on Tuesday. I had a 1pm appointment. I got there about ten ’til, and Theresa, the woman I made the appointment with, told me that she was short a girl for some reason or another, and they had another one o’clock. I wasn’t in a rush, and I had my book, so I let the other woman go first. Really not a big deal. They were playing spa music, and I very much enjoyed my hour of reading. ‘Cause it was an hour. Theresa popped by a couple of times to apologize. Then it was my turn (and the woman’s haircut (the one who went before me) was really cute). Theresa and I were chatting while she shampooed my hair, and I had just asked her if she lived close by and for how long. She answered after she turned the water back on, so I have no idea what she said. Things like that kept happening. She did the same thing with the hair dryer. Does she not realize that water and hair dryers make noise? On top of that minor annoyance, she talked about God. A lot. God blessed me, God blessed her, God blessed me again, things’ll be fine as long as I’m communicating with God, etc. Too much God! And it’s awkward to ask someone to stop. I mean, I could have, sure, but then she would have been uncomfortable (yes, I know I’m the customer), and I’d feel weird about going back. I don’t feel weird about going back, but there were just enough annoying things to make me think I probably won’t. But I like my haircut!
Review #2: Animal Au Paws. They’re a local pet-sitting service, and I love them. I love our sitter, at least. She was assigned to us and came over before we left to meet the dogs. And us. She came over three times a day while we were gone and stayed half an hour each time. She walked the dogs, played in the snow with them, and gave Riley lots of attention. You know how I know all this? She left notes! There’s a note for every visit. We read them in order when we got home and it was like reading a journal. (Or a blog! Duh.) Very cool. And they’re very reasonably priced. The dogs seemed to do very well. It’s nice to have an alternative to the kennel.
Okay, half an hour (assuming no traffic) before Jess, Chuck, and Cody get here. Happy almost New Year!