After my experience at the race park, I had plans to go to dinner with our friend Paul. He’s moved from Tucson up to Mesa and we figured that since he got to go to dinner with Jim last year when I was in Montana to spend Christmas with my Dad, I’d go out to dinner with him while Jim is in Montana freezing.
Jim’s doctors appointments have gone well. He had five spots on his face that needed to be removed because they were precancerous. All of that fishing he’s done over the years when we didn’t know we had to use sunscreen to protect us. His blood work is good and he’s good to go for another six months.
The rest of the time he’s been busy visiting with everybody and trying to stay warm. I’ll sure be glad when he gets back tomorrow night. The girls miss him a whole lot; Scooter especially does. She keeps looking for him and doesn’t understand why he isn’t there to take her for her walk when she demands it.
Skitz is a Mama’s girl so she’s happy with me. However, when I took them for their walk this morning, the garbage truck showed up at the same time and she just totally freaked out. I feel so bad for her because she is afraid of everything.