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I keep walking

     G doesn’t go walking in the wind since her cataract surgery.   Annie and I had a great walk in a brisk 45 degree, windy day.  Although I thoroughly enjoyed it, I was very glad to get home to hot cup of coffee.  Gone was the warm weather of last week.

     The strong winds grabbed most of the flowers from the magnolia tree and threw them on the ground.  We’re almost knee-deep in petals now.

     The chilly weather screamed for a substantial dinner.  The Curmudgeon and I enjoyed low-fat cheese ravioli smothered in a heart smart sauce.

     Gavin and Patty seemed disappointed that yesterday wasn’t as warm as the days we’ve had lately. 

     You all have a good one!

Happy birthday to me!

     I never thought I’d be quite as happy to celebrate a birthday like I was when I was a child.  However, I am!  I am happy, tickled, delighted, and beside myself with joy that I am celebrating my birthday today.

     For those of you who are just starting to read my blog, I must tell you that  I have good reason to be this excited.  I had a heart attack back on August 17, 2011.  I almost didn’t make it to this birthday, but by cracky here I am!

     I’ve made lifestyle changes that I hope will give me many more birthdays.  Today I celebrate! 

     I will dance and sing like no one is watching and listening.  I will get silly any time I desire to do so.  I will laugh.  I will find joy wherever I can.  I will speak my mind.  I will choose my family and friends and will love them fiercely. 

     You all have a good one!  I know I will!

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

May the wind at your back

not be the result

of the corned beef you had for lunch!

Dance a jig and sing a fine Irish song for me!

Was that an earthquake?

     My built-in Bullie earthquakes regularly move the stuff in my curio cabinet.  It’s reached the point where I have actually taken that sticky stuff you find on credit cards and things they send you in the mail and put it on the bottom of a few of my knickknacks to keep them in place.

     It sort of works.  However, when I go to dust I have to pull it off the bottoms so I can move the things. 

     The curio cabinet’s glass is also in constant danger.  Have you ever seen a Bull Terrier prance about with a large bone in her moth, whipping her head from side to side in a victory dance?  “Whee, I stole my brother’s bone!”

     Have you ever watched a Bull Terrier hucklebutt and nearly brain himself on a glass door? 

     If you haven’t, you haven’t lived with one.

     You all have a good one!

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.

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.

We have some updates today

     Elena is home!  Welcome home Elena!  Doing a happy dance here!  I got to talk to her on the phone. 

     Arthur TheBullterrier had his leg surgery, is doing very well, and he should be going home today.  Arthur’s Mom will have her hands full keeping that 7 month old quiet. 

     Kokomo the rescued Bull Terrier who needed transport across country has several people who volunteered for a few legs of her journey.  She could still use a few more transporters. It looks as though her trip to her new home in Alabama will definitely be on March 10 and 11th.  If you’re interested in helping, you can find out more on my FB page.

Updates on my friends

    I’d forgotten to mention that  G had eye surgery on the tenth and is doing very well.  They worked on both of her eyes.  Eye surgery tends to make me squeamish so I didn’t ask her for details.  I’m just happy she’s recovering well.  I plan to take her out to lunch to celebrate her recovery as soon as she feels up to it.

     Elena had her triple bypass and from what I’ve been told is doing quite well.  She’s still in the ICU but she’s had some visitors.

     You all take care and stay well.   I don’t want to add to this list.  😀

Update on Elena

  The news so far is good.  She made it through the triple bypass surgery and last I heard was in recovery.  I’m hoping her recovery and subsequent release from the hospital go quickly.

     I’ll be happy to see her back here making comments soon.

     You all have a good one and do send good thoughts Elena’s way.