You know it’s gonna be bad when Millie is running to the door to tell on Rocky . . . when all the dogs in the neighborhood are barking their fool heads off and the dog that always has to be in the middle of everything is running to get ME . . .
As I put on Prince Charming’s yard shoes and walked out the back door to see what the commotion was all about I said to myself “Self, this is not gonna be good . . . ”
Yep, well shit . . . this is not good . . . as I came around the corner of the garage and walked toward the back gate I saw Rocky in a stand off with a stupid ground hog . . . make that a very pissed off ground hog. Well after I said a whole string of bad words (and throwing a shoe at the ground hog) I managed to get Rocky and Millie back toward the house.
I gave Rocky a quick once over and discovered a small puncture wound on his left ear lobe. Looks like Mama Groundhog got only one good bite in. That’s good. Except I can’t get the bleeding to stop. Well more bad words, and total panic that it might be too late to get Rocky to Lovely Vet’s office and I’ll have to make a trek to Expensive Emergency Clinic.
Quick phone call once I realize it’s not past closing time and off we go to Lovely Vet’s office. Where we are the last patient of the day . . .
Lovely Vet assured me that it wasn’t serious. Antibiotic shot, antibiotic pills, pain meds for a week and Rocky should be fine. Lovely Vet Tech does her best to get the bleeding to stop . . . they use surgical adhesive (super glue!) . . . they even wrapped his ear up in a bandage to keep him from shaking his head . . . he looked like a Russian Grandma. But nothing helped . . . so I have to keep an eye on him whenever he flips his ear.
He’s going to be fine. I’m going to be fine . . . eventually. He scared the crap out of me. I look like I’ve committed a murder. The poor vet’s office looked like it was a crime scene. Who knew an ear would bleed so much!!
Who knew my docile guy would have such a mean streak when it comes to little furry things coming into his yard!
Right now he’s sleeping peacefully at my feet . . . bless his heart . . . and Millie hasn’t left his side since we got back from the vet . . .
It’s been an interesting day.
You know “it’s not a holiday if you don’t have a project” and this year my project was to “do something” with the front flower bed. I’ve had the same project every Memorial Day since you left. I would weed the flower bed, put down new mulch, but I never planted anything because I couldn’t make up my mind about what I wanted. So I didn’t plant anything and half-heartedly tended to the weeds that took over. Every fall I would say “next year I’m going to do something with that flower bed.” Every spring I would look at the seed catalogs, scout out new plants at the garden centers . . . and since I couldn’t make up my mind . . . I did nothing. This year I decided that “doing something” would be tearing it out.
I want to apologize for un-doing the beautiful work you did to create the front flower bed. Trust me, this was not an easy decision for me. I’ve agonized over it for weeks. I stood in front of the flower bed and cried because I remembered how much precision you put into putting down the weed barrier cloth, how exacting you were in placing the border stones, and the many conversations we had and trips we took to find the right plants.
I’m not a gardener. I’m a certified plant killer. I can kill a philodendron (and have many times). I don’t like yard work. It was fun when you were here to share the work load but now it’s a chore . . . one that I dread every week . . . the phrase “I really hate your ass right now” is uttered at least once during every yard work session. I could do it if I wanted to . . . but I don’t want to . . . so I’m not going to torture myself over it anymore.
So the border stones were carefully removed, cleaned, and stored in the shed . . . in case I change my mind next year and decide to put them back . . . the weed barrier cloth was taken up . . . and I’m headed to our favorite handyman store tomorrow to get a bag of top soil and grass seed to put where your lovely little flower bed used to be . . .
Your little concrete foxes are safely in place in the back yard . . . because I’m afraid they will be stolen if I leave them out front without the protection of the weeds they’ve been hiding behind for the last five years (gasp . . . it’s been five years . . . dang). Now I can see them every time I look out the back door.
Even though I’m sad that another part of “our” life is gone . . . I’m at peace with the decision. Or at least I will be once the new grass has taken hold and it doesn’t look like a construction site in the front yard.
I hope you understand . . .
Love you forever and forever, Pammie
I’m not a huge Taylor Swift fan but I do enjoy her music. I was not thrilled to hear the new song every hour on the hour the other day for it’s debut . . . until I realized that Brendon Urie was singing with her (that dude could sing the phone book and I’d listen to him!) so I paid closer attention to the song.
That’s when I heard the line “I never want to see you walk away” . . . which reminded me of the promise that Prince Charming made me when he came back into my life “I will never willingly walk away from you ever again” . . . .
So that’s the story of how the new Taylor Swift song turned me into a puddle of snot this morning . . .
I did a 5k on Saturday . . . the second one of the season . . . I am so out of shape it’s not even funny . . .
But I started the race . . . and I finished the race . . . one step at a time . . .
And, like always, about half way through the race I thought to myself . . .
“Why the hell do I do this to myself?”
“I don’t even like doing these things!”
“Isn’t there a statute of limitations on doing these stupid things in Prince Charming’s memory?”
Then I hear a voice tell me . . .
“No. There is no statute of limitations on your love for him, so yea you keep doing them as long as you have breath in your body and you can walk.”
“Walking is good for your blood pressure, your cholesterol, your weight, your bones . . . ”
“You know he’d be here doing this with you if he could.”
And then when I thought I didn’t want to do another race ever again . . . I heard this song on my iPod . . .
It was the song playing when we walked into the restaurant on our first “adult” date . . . when it gets to the part where John sings “everybody was looking, but I saw you first” Prince Charming turned and looked at me with that mischievous smile and the devilish twinkle in his eye . . .
“Damn you, Bowman, you always know just how to get me to smile and stop bitching about something . . . ”
So now I’m looking at race schedules . . . .
Prince Charming was a huge astronomy buff. He loved space, stars, and planets. He even made his very own telescope.
There were many nights I’d find him just standing in the back yard looking at the stars. And he’d tell me the names of the stars and the planets and point out constellations to me.
I am not a huge astronomy buff. I know the Big Dipper and the North Star. Because of Prince Charming, I know that the red spot in the sky is usually Mars. The really bright thing is Venus . . . or Jupiter . . . I can never remember.
I loved standing in the back yard with him looking at the stars and listening to his descriptions. I wish I had paid more attention to what he was saying . . . yes I realize I say that a lot . . . I was just so happy to hear his voice . . .
I told you that story to tell you this story . . .
It’s been cloudy, dreary, yucky winter weather here for a while. I usually go from the house, to work, to where ever I’m going and not pay much attention to the sky. Except to grumble about the rain, the snow, the clouds, the very cold wind . . .
Tonight was a little different . . . I was hurrying home from my haircut appointment. Thinking the dogs are going to be mad for having such a late supper. Wondering what I’m going to fix myself for supper. Looking forward to watching a couple of episodes of “Blue Bloods” or “Corner Gas” and doing some cross stitch . . .
I don’t know what made me stop and look at the sky . . . but I did . . . and it took my breath away . . .
The sky is clear (for a change) and it wasn’t horribly cold . . . and all the stars were out in their glory . . . I stood on the front sidewalk and just stared up at the sky for a while . . . the neighbors must have thought I had lost my mind . . . but for a few minutes I swear I could feel Prince Charming standing right by me . . . and I could imagine hearing him say how beautiful it was and telling me which star and which constellation I was looking at.
And suddenly the drab dreary winter didn’t seem so drab and dreary . . .
At Rocky’s annual check-up earlier this month, Lovely Vet noticed that there was some serious plaque build up on his teeth and I might want to consider getting them cleaned. Mind you, the dog is 10 years old and has never had his teeth cleaned. In fact, in the over 30 years I’ve owned dogs, I’ve never had any of their teeth cleaned. I had noticed that he was a little extra cautious when taking treats and a little slower to eat the large Milkbone treats that Lovely Neighbor Mike gives Rocky and Millie every night. So, I got a quote on the cost and, after debating the pros and cons, made the appointment.
Today was the appointment . . . it involved making sure that Rocky (and Millie) didn’t eat or drink anything after midnight . . . which included NO BREAKFAST . . . then getting up early and dropping him off at Lovely Vet’s office by 8 a.m.
I decided to take the day off because I knew that the morning drop off was going to be a hot damn mess . . . and I was pleasantly surprised that it was not a hot damn mess . . . and because I wasn’t sure how Millie would do home alone all day if I took Rocky to the vet and didn’t bring him home until supper time . . . and because I knew I’d be a hot damn mess all day worrying about Rocky . . .
I was a hot damn mess . . .
Millie was a bit of a handful and was stuck like glue to me all day . . .
Rocky, I’m happy to report, did just fine. Didn’t mind not getting breakfast. Was happy to go on an adventure to Lovely Vet’s office because his Favorite Vet Tech would be taking care of him. He went off with Favorite Vet Tech for the procedure without even a glance back at me to say good-bye . . . Gotta admit . . . that kinda hurt . . . didn’t have to have any teeth pulled and the problems I noticed were just irritated gums from the plaque build up and a little bit of old age . . .
He “serenaded” the Vet Office with his lovely song all afternoon because he was done with all the excitement and just wanted to go home . . . I heard him while I was paying the bill and it was the most pitiful thing I’ve ever heard . . . poor guy . . .
Millie is happy he’s home . . .
I’m happy he’s home . . .
I’m glad that it’s over . . .
Right now he’s snuggled on his favorite bed in the living room happily snoring away . . .
I’m over the moon ecstatic for the good outcome . . . and I hope it’s a little while before I have to go through that again . . .