Doggonedmysteries

Too damned cold.

Lucy practically flies to go out to pee and flies back in.

Dear UN,

As a citizen of the United States I beg you to please help us regain control of our government. Help us to save our freedoms.

Please help us remove this crooked man from the highest office in our government along with the people who will be worse than he is when he’s removed.

Help us remove the religious right from power they do not have a right to hold.

Help us get back our ‘by the people for the people government.’

Sincerely,

Me

Lucy had a boo boo on her butt.

She saw another vet At ABE Veterinary and made another conquest. She now has 3 of the vets and all of the techs and reception staff wrapped around her paw.

I was told I diagnosed her correctly and did everything right to get her through the weekend until she could be seen by one of her vets.

We go back on the 16th.

I am determined to get the things done I waited for him to get done for the last two years.

I will find someone to clean out the roofers mess in the attic so I can use it again.

I will then clear out the back bedroom so I can return it to an exercise room or office.

I will push him to get his room in order so we can put the dresser that matches his bed in there and, by removing all his clutter, make it easier for him to move about.

I hope to finally have the energy back so I can get the rest of the house painted and get the yard up to par.

We’ll see how far these plans get…

G and I braved the way-too-cold-for-humans-dogs-and-all-living-creatures temperatures yesterday to make a farmers market run.

I wanted the sauerkraut that the Clyde Weaver stand had. Once a year they have it and it’s a treat. Thus the trip in the cold.

The Curmudgeon wanted more of his raspberry whole wheat cookie bars.

G and I both wanted to pick up a sushi lunch to bring home.

I cashed in my lottery tickets and picked up more with the winnings.

Persimmons were down in price they had a three for going so I bought 3 and gave one to G.

https://www.nutrition-and-you.com/persimmon-fruit.html

We headed home, ready to nosh on our sushi.

Y’all have a good day!

As the new year approaches rapidly, I am fearful as to where we are going.

I fear the rift that has grown between our people over a Moron who should never have been sworn in to the highest office in our land.

I fear the religious zealots of all faiths who have forgotten compassion, kindness, and their humanity.

I fear the greed of this administration and those who worship at its altar.

I fear the spread of violence.

I feel we need to, above all else, remember our humanity.

We must remember how to be kind, generous, caring, compassionate and giving.

We must remember our manners.

We must remember to listen more and talk less.

We are running out of time folks.

When he has a bad day it affects both of us.

He’s having more bad days than good these days.

I have to admit my patience is on a short leash. I try hard to be patient but I swear he tries twice as hard to be a royal pain.

My way to cope when he sends me ’round the bend is I retreat into books. If only to keep a piece of sanity. I ignore chores that need doing to dive into a new adventure, an escape.

His shirt

Nothing like a quiet, stay in the PJs all day sort of day.

Spent it curled up on the couch with Lucy and a good book.

My kind of day.

We set out the treats…the crackers, caviar, creme fraiche, cream cheese, smoked salmon,  cheeses, and special Italian cold meat tray.

I open a bottle of Muscato and fill two glasses.

Every year since Barry died, G and I have our own Christmas eve celebration, I do it  for her. She’ll never be alone on Christmas eve as long as I am around.

We watch a movie or two and just enjoy each other’s company. This year we watched The Wizard of OZ.

The Curmudgeon goes to bed early and leaves us alone.

This year I forgot to take pictures of our spread.

Instead, after we finished, we shared the leftovers with her neighbors.

I don’t celebrate Christmas. I really don’t.

However, if someone takes the time out from their day to wish me a merry one I don’t get all in a huff about it, I smile and tell them, “back at ya!” or “You too.”

It doesn’t bother me.

Why?

Because someone actually took the time to wish me well. They took the time to say something kind, to share their joy.

Why would I resent that?

I feel the same way if someone wishes me a Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa,  Joyful Solstice, Merry Yule or Happy Holidays.

I am glad they took the time to share their joy in their holiday with me.

For whichever holiday you enjoy, I wish you a very merry, happy, and joyous one!