Processes

It is cold and dreary here--real rainfall, too much to venture out to the dog park. Emily is not amused. In fact, she's doubly not amused, because we're having the windows replaced today. I love processes--seeing how things are done, even if I don't want to ever have to do them myself. So watching these two guys carefully take apart the old creaky leaky windows and replace them with new shiny double-glazed windows is fascinating. The heat is pumping overtime, since for long stretches of time there is only air, waterlogged outside air, where there used to be windows. Emily is bitter about the whole process: strangers in her house. Banging! Thumping! Furniture moved! She evidently does not share my fascination with how things get done. She's going to be really pissed off when she realizes that wehn I go off to pick up YG at school, she's going to stay in her crate at home. I expect to hear about that for the rest of the day.

Edited to Add: The nice Russian men are gone, leaving in their wake a little mess, and many beautiful windows. The house already feels warmer and quieter. Poor Emily has been as noble a dog as she could possibly be, putting up with the clamor and the strangers (not that she doesn't love strangers--she adores them, but expects them to stop and play with her) and not jumping out the open holes where the windows had been. I have written a huge check and handed it over to them, and now am sitting, warm and undrafty, listening to the faint susurus of rain in the garden.