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Morning sound effects

     Car horn, noisy children, quiet returns and sleep deepens.  Hours later, click, click, click, click, click, sniff, sniff, sniff, thump, rattle of door, and loud sigh.    Click, click, click, click, click, thump, thump, thump, thump.

     An hour passes then click, click, click, click, click, thump, rattle of door, soft whine.

     “Okay, okay.”  I open the door to a white dog wagging his tail.

     The bed bouncing commences.  On the bed, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed, on the bed.   He stops to cuddle a few minutes, then bounces off the bed to put his paws on my dresser and stare at the dog in the mirror.  A couple more bed bounces and he’s ready to go downstairs.

     Morning Mom.

     You all have a good one!

It never gets easy

     On Friday the thirteenth in April of 2001 my baby sister breathed her last breath.  A hole opened in my heart and has never healed.   To have her joy, laughter, sense of humor, and smile leave this world forever was the cruelest thing of all.

I mourned her then.   I mourn her now.  Mary, it still feels like it was only yesterday that we spoke on the phone.  I miss you.  I love you.

A crow’s picnic?

     Sunday I looked out the window and there was a large crow in the bird bath acting rather peculiar.  Curiosity finally overcame me and I went outside to see what he was doing.  I got to the bird bath and in it I found a fried chicken leg that looked as though it had  come from the pan only minutes before.  This was not something grabbed from a trash bag.  I do believe he was rolling it around in the water to cool it enough to eat it.

     Yesterday I looked out the window and saw the crow in our Tulip poplar, eating something.  Oh, dear if it was something the dogs might find and choke on I thought I’d better go see.  He took off when I opened the back door.  I walked to the bird bath first because of the last incident.  Good thing I did.  For there in the bird bath were the remains of a small bird.  ICK!  I don’t do dead critters.

     I called The Curmudgeon outside and let him clean out the bird bath.  He started making jokes about a Crow’s hobo stew.  “Hey, he’s a green crow, he was using solar power to make his stew.”

     GAG!  “Just clean that ick out of there.”  I went inside to get away from the sick jokes.

     You all have a good one!

 

MS takes its daily toll

     Most days The Curmudgeon can barely take the dogs out and feed them in the morning.  He insists that he do it.  He is at his best in the mornings and his best is most people’s worst. 

     This won’t get better.  We know it and work hard to accept it.  His walking is poor at best.  His balance sucks. 

     As the day goes on, he can do less and less.  By one or two in the afternoon he MUST take a nap.  It’s funny, the dogs have decided that they must take a nap then too.  If I don’t close their crate doors and drop the covers down, they will sit in them and whine or Gavin will stand in front of me and bark until I do.

     The Curmudgeon gets up around four and so do the pups.  I take the pups out and then they vie for who gets to sit on The Curmudgeon.    Usually Patty wins but Gavin does get there before her sometimes.

     I think they use this to see how many times they can make The Curmudgeon laugh.

     You all have a good one!

Can we have a do over on the last couple of days?

     Bad Juju, that’s what it is, very bad Juju.   Deliver me from it.  Those that have talked to me in the last couple of days know what I am talking about.  Due to my high standards of privacy, all I can say is that there’s a certain person whom I wish Karma would take a big bite out of said person’s over-sized caboose.  ‘Nuff said.

     With that off my chest I shall endeavor to lighten the mood. 

     Lately, The Curmudgeon has been cuddling Patty in the ‘hand puppet position’…while  cuddling her thusly, he’s been telling her the world’s worst jokes.

     Most are so bad I can’t help but groan or, if worse than bad, giggle like a fool at them.  Please, please, please keep me laughing my dear, dear Curmudgeon!  If it weren’t for the laughter I’d be locked away in the funny farm.

     You all have a good one.

My garden makes me happy

I need to go out into my garden.

Relax. 

I need to release all the tensions of the day. 

Chill.

I need to enjoy the colors, textures, and sounds.

You all have a good one!

What took me hours to accomplish…

     Would take a teenager mere minutes.  Yeah, I’m back to electronics and my need to have a teenager that I can tap for his/her electronic wizardness once in a while.  It’s not that I can’t do it, it just takes me longer to figure it out than it used to–with age comes wisdom and a lesser ability to crack instructions on electronic things.

     I do have a great advantage over many people of my age in that I am willing to learn how to use all the new things that come down the pike.

     Once learned, however, I may not want to keep the electronic device in my life.  Yes, let’s take cell phones as an example–I am not a person who enjoys being connected 24/7.

     I do enjoy my now (after a few hours) well loaded MP3 player though.  I have always loved having a variety of music at my finger tips.  I am doing a happy dance to my wonderful music!

     You all have a good one!

Baby steps

     No we haven’t added any kids to the house.  I mean taking baby steps to get things back to a semblance of normal around here.  If you could ever call our household normal.

      I decided to give away a bunch of glassware this weekend.  I feel the need to pare down the clutter.  I figure that once I get the clutter down, it won’t take as much effort to clean the house. I pray that this is not wishful thinking.

     I think we might even have a yard sale this summer so I can clean out the attic and basement.  Why hold on to so much we know we’ll never drag out of there to use ever again? 

     However, before I do a yard sale I need to toss out the useless junk that has also accumulated in those areas.  I don’t think my garbage men are going to be very happy with me over the months to come.

      You all have a good one!

Decompression Day!

Everyone should have at least one day a week where they turn off the phone, shut down the computer, and decompress.  Maybe all this being connected 24/7 has a lot to do with road rage, escalating violence, and a lack of manners.

In honor of my baby sister, I declare April the 13th (anniversary of her death) Decompression Day!!!   For 8  hours–24 if you are retired, or if you have to work– from the time you leave work for the day until you go to bed, turn off your phones, get off the computer, turn off the TV, and decompress.  Go for a walk.  Play with the dog.  Do something you enjoy that isn’t connected to electronics.

You will be amazed at how being disconnected for a day will make you feel less stressed.

Pass this on we could start a movement!

You all have a good one!

Patty’s turn to write

     Mom said I could write today’s blog.  She was too tired to think straight. 

     Gavin thinks I should write about food, but that’s all he ever thinks about.  I want to write about all the bullies like me that someone rescues.  Mom and Dad rescued me and I think that’s important.

     We have many friends on Facebook that are rescues.  Lil Bit and Tugg are two of them.  They had a much rougher start than I did.  We Bullies are made of tough stuff and more often than not we bounce back from the worst of circumstances. Those two certainly have.

     I was lucky.  I was what Mommy calls a dump off.  Some man had imported me from Budapest Romania so he could breed Bullies.  He got a boy Bullie from Oklahoma too.  I didn’t like the boy Bullie much and the man decided I was too much trouble.  Mom ran the Lehigh Valley Bull Terrier Club rescue at the time and he brought me to her.  She says he was supposed to bring my papers and shot records and stuff but he never did come back with them.

     At first I didn’t like Gavin very much, but he was nice to me except when I stole his bones.  Mommy says she had planned to place me in a home but since Gavin’s Auntie Sadie died, he was lonely for another Bullie and she and Dad decided that maybe I should stay.

      That was almost eight years ago and I am still happy here.  I love my Mommy and Daddy and my bratty big brother Gavin.

Love this time of year

     Definitely the strangest weather ever this year.  We hit 70+ degrees yesterday, below freezing the night before, and they are predicting snow for Saturday.  We’ve also had plenty of wind.

     The magnolia tree is now stripped of most of its flowers and the leaves are started.

     Both the tulip poplar and Sweet gum are pushing out leaves now too.  Tulips are blooming, as are the bleeding hearts now.  The lilac bush is all green and starting to bud. 

     The grass is growing so fast The Curmudgeon will have a time getting it mowed.  Thank heavens for riding mowers.

     You all have a good one!

I took my camera to the park again