a sausage in the shadows

Tiny chumley got a little glumley when he saw my dehagging process in full swing this morning. There aren't many days where he is left alone in the house, and yet he knows the signs well enough to know when it is time to make himself scarce, to blend as best he can into the background and become a shadow in the darkness.

If I could, I certainly would have taken the little kielbasa with me on my outing. Yesterday was a day for catching up, and finding new ways of falling behind. First, a stop to get my hand x-rayed, the first step in the process of figuring out what's up with my right index finger, a digit that has decided these past few months to become a dissenting member in my otherwise peaceful parliament of phalanges. Chumley would have totally enjoyed himself at the radiologist's office, with so many new things to sniff and so many people there that smell just like his great grandpa. Surely, one of them would have had a treat to offer, buried deep in a pocket or purse.

One People magazine and three thoughtful hand poses later, it was time for me to move on to one of my favorite crafty stores, where I started my descent into the infinitely interesting waters of metal working, buying some much needed basics and finding some stupendous things for adorning duds. Tiny bees, bunnies, monkeys, and, yes, even squirrels filled my basket, along with stuff like stinky liver of sulfur, a heavy steel block, and a metal stamping alphabet set. Nothing that would impress my homebound little wiener, but oh the fun he will have modelling the results!