Monthly Archives: January 2017
Humans, the death of our world
They say that if all of humanity disappeared the earth would heal itself and nature would take everything back.
Maybe that should happen.
We will be the death of our world if we stay the greedy, selfish, pigs that we are.
Pick up your trash.
Protect the land, water, and air.
Stop putting yourselves first.
Give back instead of taking.
Nothing like old TV shows
Unamused by present day TV shows last night, I turned to one of those channels that runs old shows.
I completely enjoyed watching Columbo and Kolchak the Night Stalker.
I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed some of those old shows especially when compared to the idiocy of today’s reality crap TV.
It was nice to follow a story and not have to listen to idiots talking about themselves.
What cha watching Lucy?
Yep, that might just be winter out there…
Snow.
Yuck, we got some.
Thank goodness, not in horrible amounts, so far.
Lucy, like me, is not thrilled.
Gavin doesn’t mind it a bit.
The Curmudgeon barely notices anything other than the TV screen.
That’s enough winter.
Where did the night go?
One minute I am watching TV, petting Lucy, and the next I am waking to my 2 a.m. pill alarm.
I don’t remember anything after The Curmudgeon going up to bed.
Is love enough?
I always thought it was.
It may have been at one time.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Maybe because we’ve dealt with his MS for so long and he’s in such a steady decline.
Maybe, if I had help with the every day things so that when the not-so-every-day stuff happens, I had the rest behind me to deal with it better.
Young, dumb, and happy …so long ago
As his MS grows worse priorities change
It used to be I wanted time alone to write, these days I beg for a few minutes to sneak in a shower undisturbed and an extra five minutes of sleep.
I don’t do a lot of writing.
Mostly I do scut work, and when I’m not doing that, I’m trying to catch up on sleep.
The constant surges of adrenaline are driving me into a sleep deprived psychosis.
Look out Gavin the steps are icy!
Poor Gavin. Last night our back steps were transformed into a skating rink. He doesn’t do well on ice. Neither do I for that matter.
Yep, we had a nice fall.
He’s recovered nicely since he used me for a landing pad.
Life with a bull terrier…always having to explain those bruises.
Cold, colder, coldest?
I truly do not like the cold. I used to be able to tolerate it, but lately it makes my bones ache so.
I hope this is my last winter here. I want to move south.
With my luck, the new administration, and The Curmudgeon’s health, I’ll still be here next year and will probably be a homeless person.
Today’s Tee shirt.
13 degrees…
No Mommy, I will not go out without my hoodie!
I’ve never had a dog who was so insistent on wearing a coat, or in Lucy’s case, a hoodie.
I got barked at tonight until I picked it up to put it on her. She’d bark and back away and bark…LOL!!!
Why you were deleted as spam
Did you tell me I should write more and post fewer videos? …Yeah, that proved to me you actually looked at my blog. NOT.
You told me I was a brilliant writer on my “other words for sex” blog post. I know how old that post is and how you managed to find it.
Plus the fact that my spam catcher caught you.
I trust the spam catcher.
And now for something completely different…
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