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Another year older…
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Yes, it’s my birthday today. Where does the time go? Holy mackerel! I’m another year older, but it seems, no wiser. If I were a wise person, would I still be doing this?
Of course, I kid. I love this blog. I’ve met so many wonderful people through it. Many of whom have become like family to me. And heaven knows that I sure can use some more ‘friendly’ family. Can’t we all?
My dear, dear Aunties sent me the usual birthday cards with chatty notes—I love those gals. G brought over a card. My long time AOL chat friend Jim Messenger sent me a happy birthday E-mail and so did Dave. Chuckles, my treasured old friend, called me to wish me a happy birthday last night. Elena called me the other night, we spent a long time on the phone, and she wished me a happy birthday. The birthday wishes keep rolling in.
**I think I’d better mention the great E-birthday card I got from my agent this evening.**
All I can say is that I love you all and I hope to continue my drive down Abby Normal Road to Crazy Town for another 56 or there about years.
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Just when we think things are looking up…
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Splat! Another disaster hits. DH’s mother is back in the hospital. I may or may not be posting over the next week. I hope I will but that all depends on how much rest we get around here. Knowing his mother and Aunt, we won’t get much.
His Aunt phoned us about twenty times today. We got a little tired of telling her we had no news and probably won’t have any until tomorrow afternoon. (That would be later today, since I am typing this at 1:30 a.m.)
So much for having any time to get things done, we needed to do this week. It looks like we’ll be rushing around again. A list, I need to make a list…
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The trespasser
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Gavin and Patty jockeyed for the best position at the kitchen window. They wanted to see and bark at the dark stranger in the yard. He ignored them.
Gavin barked, “My yard!”
Patty yodeled, “Get out. You don’t belong there.”
Gavin ran to the back door and rang the sleigh bells like a street corner Santa on speed. “Let me at him.”
Patty leapt upon the radiator. “Why I oughta…”
“Quiet you two. Enough!” I dragged Patty off the radiator and backed Gavin away from the bells. “One more peep out of you and you’ll kennel up until you cool down.”
DH yelled down the stairs, “What the heck is with them?”
“Woo, Woo, Woof!”
“That’s it. Kennels.”
They retreated to their crates and I closed the doors behind them. Then I went to the bottom of the stairs to thank DH for the ruckus.
“You had to mention there was a big old crow in the yard using words they know didn’t you?”
“What?”
“You said, ‘look, outside, and yard’ and you used an excited tone. They ran to look outside and saw the damned crow.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.”
{Sigh} Is there such a thing as a quiet day?
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A salon day—just what the doctor ordered
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The way things were going this week, I thought I’d have to cancel my hair appointment. However, DH was feeling much better today, still a little off balance but up and walking. He woke me this morning before my alarm went off to remind me I had a hair appointment at noon.
I blearily wandered downstairs to find a cup of coffee all poured and ready for me. He’d even turned my computer on for me to start my normal daily routine. He’s such a dear, dear man.
If only the weather had been more cooperative. We had rain, lots of rain and wind gusts of 30 mph. Fifteen minutes before my appointment, I dashed out the door to my car. An hour later I returned home refreshed, relaxed, and with shorter hair.
DH loved my hair. The dogs had been angels for him. My stress level had dropped to minimum and had the sun been out it would’ve been a perfect day.
They say we’ll have sun by Tuesday. I hope so because if the rain continues beyond that, we’ll have to build a freaking ark.
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Short post tonight
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Things have been hectic around here. DH was much improved by tonight. However, Gavin ears have flared up again. Is there really such a thing as sleep?
I did manage to get a couple of short naps but that’s about it. We’re hopeful that by (checking the clock) hmmm, later today DH will be much better.
We’ve rain and wind. The temperature is in the forties. More crocuses have bloomed; the daffodils and jonquils have grown noticeably higher since yesterday.
I hope you all have a good day today.
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We didn’t win the lottery today
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Gosh, darn it. However, we didn’t play it today either. G and I play two lottery games. We each put in $3.00 and she buys the tickets when she’s at the grocery store. She does the buying because she always goes shopping the same day every week like clockwork. I don’t shop until I absolutely have to shop.
The plan is to split our winnings the day we win. (With our luck, everyone and his brother will hit the same day and we’ll make only enough to buy another ticket.) What the heck, we keep playing. We have dreams.
We both dream about new houses. Our plan is to hire a realtor to find us our dream homes within walking distance of each other. Neither of us wants a huge, fancy house but we want comfortable homes. It’s not that our homes aren’t comfortable, but we both have steep stairs to climb, and we aren’t getting any younger.
G dreams of being able to put her grand kids through college. I dream of not having to worry about DH and him climbing stairs. I don’t want to worry if we have enough money to pay for his medications and the bills each month. I dream of taking care of my cousins and aunties. G and I both dream of having our very first new cars. We’ve always had used ones. Compared to many people our dreams are simple.
If you hit the lottery for megabucks, what would you do?
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With heavy, duty gardening comes…
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Sore muscles like you wouldn’t believe. It probably wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t done twice the work today. Tonight I have sore muscles that I didn’t know I had, and in places, I haven’t thought about since the weather got cold.
That’s okay though, since it felt wonderful to get outside and do things again. I do hate winter because it turns me into a real couch potato.
Today I did a lot of over head work trimming vines back on the arbor. Tonight, all that work is making its presence known in my neck, my back, and my shoulders. Well, you get the idea. You know what? Growing older isn’t for sissies. Nope, it’s not for sissies one bit. Even five years ago, I probably wouldn’t have been as sore as I am tonight.
I’ll get over. I’ll be out working in the yard until the predicted cold front moves through by the end of the week. Of course, with cooler weather and rain I’ll be inside chomping at the bit to get out again.
I can’t help myself. I am dying to be able to sit outside at night and enjoy all the hard work.
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A Murphy’s law sort of day
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Have you ever had one of those Murphy’s Law days? You know what I mean, one of those days where everything that can possibly go wrong does. That was my day today from the beginning.
Knowing that today was going to be sunny and warm I wanted to get up earlier than usual so I could enjoy it. That didn’t happen I slept in later than normal. I forgot to set my alarm.
I wanted to see snow free gardens. I did, but then I also saw how much clean up work I have ahead of me. I wanted to take the dogs for a walk but a stray pit bull decided to hang around the neighborhood all afternoon. Patty does not like pits. Gavin will ignore leashed dogs on a walk but he is hostile to dogs on the loose. No walk.
I thought I’d grill our dinner. I took my time cleaning the grill and making it sparkle. Did you know you can’t cook on a gas grill without the gas? Yep, the tank was empty. Out came the frying pan.
There wasn’t much on TV tonight but DH did find that Castle was going to be on at ten. We’d stopped watching the show and figured that we probably had missed the episode. Nope, they’d repeated that one twice already and we’d seen it both times. At least DH kept quiet while I worked on my books.
Tonight I set my alarm clock. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be nice again.
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They keep us laughing.
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If it weren’t for the dogs, I do think we wouldn’t laugh half as much as we do. If dogs had day planners, harass Gavin every minute today was in bold print in Patty’s. She didn’t give him one second’s peace at all. It might have something to do with the improvement of the weather.
DH said that she started early this morning. She enticed Gavin into bully runs and teased him by hucklebutting on the couch with the bone of contention in her mouth. (The bone from the pictures below.)
When I came down, Patty went into her mine, mine, mine it’s mine dance. At one point, after leaping about on the couch with the bone, she shook her head. The bone flew out of her mouth, and landed on the coffee table with a crash. The pups know that things on the coffee table are out of bounds. She stared at the bone willing it to move.
DH figured we’d get a few minutes of quiet. He was wrong. By that time, Gavin had enough of Patty playing queen of the hill. He walked over to the table, delicately lifted the bone, took it to his crate, and closed the crate door behind himself. We didn’t know he could do that.
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I see flowers starting to grow
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The yard is almost void of snow. A stroll around the gardens revealed numerous spring flowers trying to push through the mulch. I can’t wait for them to bloom.
Both the dogs were past silly with this noticeable change in the weather. They don’t care that March came in like a lamb they’re happy it’s getting warmer and the snow is leaving. They leapt about the yard in wild abandon.
The birds were also letting us know that the weather was improving. I haven’t heard so much birdsong in months. What a joy it was.
DH was in a jollier mood. I even took two walks, one with each dog. It was nice to get out.
We’re looking forward to this weekend and the predicted temperatures of the mid fifties with sun, lots of sun.
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words…
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- Mine! {Sigh, baby sisters are a pain}
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- I said gimme!
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- Gimme
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- I want his
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- Bone chewing time
Gavin can be so tolerant…
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In a pickle regarding my concentration
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Describe it? How does one describe that? I would have given the giant a proper answer, but I couldn’t concentrate on his question. What a pickle.
The giant impatiently drummed his fingers on the counter top. This made a din as loud a midsummer thunderstorm. I barely heard his next question. “Is it bigger than a pile of troll poop?”
“How big is a pile of troll poop?” After fleeing from a few of them this past night, I had a general idea, but it couldn’t hurt to be sure.
“About as big as you, you little human turd.”
“My, aren’t you the sweetheart. Does your mother know you talk this way?” How about that. I made a giant blush. “Isn’t there some other way to find my concentration without a description?
“You could hire a guide gnome and go look for it in the back.”
“What’s that going to cost me?”
“You have a garden?”
“Um, yeah.” I shuddered at the thought of having a gnome in my garden. I doubted my gargoyles would approve. Would they go on strike? Oh dear, imagine that picket line.
The gnome guide led me through the weirdest collection of items I’ve ever seen. He kept singing a little ditty under his breath about having to get out of here.
“You’ll know you’ve found it when you feel a tug on your brain.”
“A what?”
“A tug. A pull. Are all of you humans so dense?”
We were on the second floor near the back wall when I felt a yank not a simple tug. I still can’t describe it but as it settled onto my head and sank into my brain, I felt at ease once again.
Hey Jim, your balance should arrive soon. I told them where to send it.
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