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If the dogs could have, would they have helped him to his feet?

     I wish we could predict or at least have some idea ahead of time of when The Curmudgeon will have a bad day.  At least then I might be awake and downstairs when he can’t get up from the floor or ground.

     I really wish we didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing at all.  However, we do.  He had a bad day today.  He told me he had to sit down on the floor on the back porch for a bit yesterday morning when he felt as though he was going to fall.

     Later the same morning, and still before I got up he was on the floor in the kitchen. 

     The dogs were no help.   They assumed that he was down on the floor to play with them!   The Curmudgeon says that Gavin kept poking him in the ribs and back while Patty tried to get in some kisses.  They do love their Daddy.  It’s bad enough that he was struggling to get up, but then, with a case of the giggles, it was even more difficult for him to get to his feet.

     You all have a good one.

Keep your eyes on your goals

     Even though I hadn’t done much writing since August, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t champing at the bit to do so.  The words just weren’t coming.  I do believe the dam has developed a crack.

     I finished a chapter the other day and I am at present working on another.  I won’t jinx it by saying that I’m writing again.  Let’s just say, I am working on writing again.  My goal is to get back into a groove where I am writing at least several hundred words a day.

     The goal after that is to get back up to a thousand or more words a day and then the next goal is to finish the friggin’ books that have been staring at me for months at a time!!! 

     Wow, I have goals again!

     You all have a good one and keep your eyes on your goals.  It’s all one step at a time.

Walking again was wonderful!

     G and I went for our walk at the Rose Gardens park yesterday.  They’ve put in new exercise stations along the path.  We had great fun trying them out.  Since this was my first walk in the new shoes, we walked half the park only.  There’s no need to begin this walking for better health project with blisters or very sore muscles.

     Weather permitting, we plan to do this at least once a week.  We had fun, we got in our walk, and we did some bonus exercises at the stations.

     Next time we’ll add the south half of the park to our walk.  I’m looking forward to checking out the exercise stations over there.  None of them so far were difficult and all were rather fun.

     You all have a good one!

When I was a child…

     I loved to take things apart to see how they worked.  Under no circumstances was that ever encouraged.  I was scolded or punished when caught.  I was a girl!  Girls don’t do that!  They would give me another Barbie doll or some such thing.  I hated Barbie dolls.   For Pete’s sake would it have killed them to give me an Erector set?

     Had I been a boy, I probably would’ve been encouraged for having such curiosity.

     If you’re punished and scolded enough you stop doing those things that brought the world down upon your head.   As fascinating as mechanical things were to me, I quit exploring their internal workings.

     If I’d been encouraged, sent to classes for this, who knows what wonders I would have brought forth?

If you have a daughter, never tell her she can’t do something amazing.  I might have done something spectacular with a little encouragement and support.

     You all have a good one!

A long day worrying about Mr. Gavin

      Early yesterday morning I drove Gavin over to the Vet’s office.  He was going in for X-rays and tests to see if he has stones in his kidneys or bladder.  Of course I’d stayed up all night since that’s the only way I would’ve made it over to the office at eight in the morning.

      I was so wired when I got home that I didn’t fall asleep until after ten-thirty.  I barely remember The Curmudgeon coming into the room and telling me that he was going to drive over and get Gavin.  That was somewhere around two in the afternoon. Yeah, I was that out of it.

     The good news is, no stones.  The bad news is, the vet has no idea what is going on with Gavin–why when he runs the urine tests there is blood showing.  Something we’ll be puzzling over for a while I guess.  Gavin shows no signs of being the least bit ill.  We’ll keep an eye on him though.

      You all have a good one!

Flowers!

      I knew I had to get outside with the camera today before the crocus croaked.  These are the first ones that have opened.  If you look closely at the daffodils beside them, you’ll see buds!  Won’t be long and they will be blooming too.

These days, I want a luxury hotel…

      I couldn’t tell you what year it was, but it was in the early 1960’s.  We lived on Elmendorf Air Force Base near Anchorage Alaska.  Summers we went to King’s Lake and stayed at an old homestead cabin for a few weeks.  We also spent another week or two at the church camp across the lake.

      The homestead cabin had no running water except for what you could pump using the old hand pump.  No toilets, you had to walk back to the outhouse and watch out for bears and other wild critters on the way.  The stove, an old wood burner, made for some interesting meals.

     When our paternal Grandfather came for a visit, I think he really enjoyed ‘roughing it’ at the lake. That’s him in the pictures.

Yay, flowers are starting!

Stranger than fiction?

      The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense.  ~Tom Clancy~

      Reality is often a strange place to live.  I’ve heard true stories and seen things that I wouldn’t dare put in my fiction writing because no one would believe it. 

      The way my mind works, I have to bounce things off The Curmudgeon to see if he thinks it is believable.  He makes for a great technical adviser but sometimes his imagination is a tad lacking and I have to ask others their opinions.

     Having a wild imagination isn’t always good for a writer.  Fiction that doesn’t sound real enough will put off a reader faster than a skunk’s butt backing up to him/her.  It has to be believable enough to suspend disbelief.

     Thus, even real situations that sound too fantastic to believe will lose readers.  They must always make sense if only in terms of making sense for the story.

When the new MP3 player arrives…

     The Sansa Clip gets the sledge-hammer.   I’m not playing with it any more.  I have done everything possible and nothing has worked.  Even with a new card in it I couldn’t get it to accept any music.   I think the people at the support desk were taking bets on how many times I’d call before I killed it.

     I ordered another MP3 player.  I hope my new Coby MP3 player does everything it claims to do. 

     You know how my luck runs when it comes to electronics, it’s pure unadulterated CRAP.

     According to the tracking, my Coby arrives Tuesday.  Minutes after I open the package, My Sansa Clip will meet HAMMER TIME!

      You all have a good one.

Picture day because I’m lazy

Elk antlers…nom nom nommy!!!!  Happy pups!

So we still haven’t won the lottery…

     Darn it.  This means we still have the old house, the old vehicles, The Curmudgeon still has his old, dull false teeth, and bills are still cluttering my kitchen table.

     If you won the lottery what would you do first?

     First thing I’d do is I’d send the Curmudgeon off to get new teeth so he can actually chew a steak for change–poor man hasn’t enjoyed one for a while.

     Once that was out-of-the-way, I’d probably get my dental work done.  There’s a couple of things my periodontist would like to do for which we just haven’t had the money.

     Then, well… I dream of a new house where The Curmudgeon wouldn’t have to climb stairs, and a yard so securely fenced that we’d never have to worry about the dogs going outside off the leashes.

     New furniture would be nice too.  We sure could use a couch bigger than the love seat we have now, and some chairs that aren’t total wrecks would be nice too.

     A new car for me–I’ve never had one, mine were all used cars.  The Curmudgeon has had a few new ones and seldom drives now.

     I have simple tastes.

     You all have a good one!