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New addition to Casa Doggonedmysteries…
Lily Rose arrived Saturday. She had to fend off Patty’s attention within minutes. Patty was strictly told no, no, bad dog, she is Mommy’s!!! Going to have to keep an eye on that pup. Gavin has ignored Lily Rose.
Sunday I took Lily Rose over to meet G and Barry. Barry is not with us much, his medications knock him out. Our dear friend is down to less than 120 lbs, he is frail, very weak, and now on liquid medications because he can’t swallow pills. Therefore, I was tickled when he smiled at Lily Rose. It’s the first reaction I’ve had out of him in weeks. Even the Hospice nurse was pleased he reacted. Please keep him in your thoughts.
Keep your eyes on the blog, you never know where Lily Rose will go next….
You all have a good one!
Another Skully in my collection
So yesterday I went to Target to get sippy cups for Barry. He hasn’t the strength to suck on a straw and he has trouble holding a normal glass. I don’t have kids, I don’t have grand-kids, therefore, baby departments confuse the hell out of me.
As I stood in front of a multitude of choices, my brain froze. I guess it was obvious that I had no idea what I was doing because a woman nearby asked me what the problem was. Whereupon I explained the situation.
Miracle of miracles she’d been in the same situation a few months back with her father. She quickly grabbed two types from the racks and said they both worked well with him.
The Goddess smiled because while unloading my purchases at the register, I spotted a scarf that called to me. I dashed across the aisle and snagged it.
You all have a good one!
Whew, made it to the weekend!
It has been an exhausting week around here. I hope next week is less tiring. Even the dogs have felt the stress and have been angels. They know when The Curmudgeon is having a bad day and they try very hard to not make too many demands.
However, as soon as The Curmudgeon is feeling better they do take advantage. They were not angels today. That’s okay though they needed to raise a bit of hell if only to get me laughing.
I plan to take advantage of some quiet time and sneak in a little reading.
You all have a good one.
If it isn’t one thing…
Thursday morning, I woke to the sound of The Curmudgeon in distress, leapt out of bed and ran to see what was going on. He’d fallen, got his foot tangled in the bathroom rug. He couldn’t get up. My neighbor wasn’t available either.
By the time I finally got The Curmudgeon to his bed, sweat poured off me as if I’d just stepped out of a downpour, and we have the AC on. By then I was also cussing up a storm. He scares me so much when he does that, and I feel so helpless, all I can do is cuss. He lets me blow off steam, he knows I need to do it.
Once I had him settled in, I went down to take care of the dogs. When they were pottied and fed, I grabbed a cup of coffee, sat at my computer and caught up on the latest news.
I still hadn’t cooled down by the time I’d had my second coffee. I called G and told her not to worry about her dinner. I was going to take care of it.
Later, I picked up two subs, one for G and the other for me. The Curmudgeon had a hamburger steak, and his favorite tater tots since he can’t eat a sub. His idea, not mine.
I hope when I wake today, I will have an easy day. I need one for a change.
You all have a good one.
English: These are what tater tots look like. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
More pictures.
Writing is a struggle now. I hope you all don’t mind the pictures I took out in the yard today instead.
First time this Day lily has bloomed since I planted it two years ago.
Calla Lilies
Another day lily
Yellow spider day lily
The veggies
eggplant #1
Probably the only pepper we’ll get from this plant
Hurry and grow!!!
eggplant #2
Enjoy, my friends.
It’s hard to keep your sense of humor when you are watching a dear, dear friend suffer. Therefore, tonight I am posting more garden pictures. I would’ve posted brand new ones but my camera ate the last of my AA batteries. Need to buy more.
You all have a good one!
So sad
My dear friend’s husband is on a downward slide and I want to help them but there is not much I can do. I do have hugs for her, deliver wine, meals, and chocolate but I feel as though it isn’t enough. You can tell he’s not comfortable with me seeing him as he is and it breaks my heart. We’ve known them for forty years. So sad his light will soon leave this world.
Then there are the four-footed losses, so many have crossed the rainbow bridge.
The mood around here is subdued and sad.
You all have a good one. Hugs your friends and family and don’t forget to love on your furry friends and family while you’re at it.
Shhhh, don’t tell him.
Since my heart attack, almost two years ago, I have completely changed my diet, stopped smoking, and am almost back to my normal exercise levels.
Do you think I could, in these two years, get The Curmudgeon to change his diet at all?
That would be a no. When I make suggestions or try to talk to him about it I get this response:
Yeah, he’s going to change isn’t he? Not this guy, no way!
Want to bet on that? He’s made some dietary changes. He doesn’t know he’s made them and don’t you dare tell him he has. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, it will make him healthier. Sometimes we wives have to get sneaky.
You all have a good one!
Little amusements
Yes, sometimes little things amuse me. Okay, most of the time. I have toys, little character flash drives, whistles, kazoos, and silly pens and pencils all over my desk. I have a tape dispenser that’s a dog.
I recently bought a new USB port that looks like a skull, it has storage room in the top. Yay, I found a new home for my flash drives.
The Curmudgeon just shrugs at my insanity. I guess he figures it keeps me from killing him.
You all have a good one!
No, that’s not dirt on my feet, it’s bruises.
I swear I have targets painted on my feet lately. Not a day goes by without Gavin or Patty tramping on them.
Yesterday Gavin jumped up the couch to sit with me and somehow landed on my foot, twisting three toes almost to the breaking point. OUCH! An hour later Patty stomped on the top of the same foot.
You would think that was the end of it, right? You would be wrong. Gavin got me three more times on the same foot. Patty got me twice more on the other one! I think they aim for my feet. I can almost hear them keeping score.
Yet, I still wear my flip-flops because I can’t stand wearing shoes for more than a couple of hours.
You all have a good one.
English: Grown male right foot (angle 1) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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