I’m doing the dishes. Millie comes into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Then walks to the back door to see what’s happening . . . she starts barking and wants out the back door RIGHT NOW . . . which brings Rocky into the kitchen to see what the fuss is and decides he wants out the back door RIGHT NOW as well . . . I’m thinking “WTF” as I go to open the back door and step out on the deck to see what the fuss is all about . . . and that’s when I notice The Burbs neighbor behind me has started the first bonfire of the season . . . and it’s so big that, yes you guessed it, it looks like my garage is on fire . . .
Apparently my two big barking dogs scared the crap out of The Burbs neighbor . . . he put out the bonfire and went back into his house . . .
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 . . .
After a two week deep freeze, we had an unusually warm day yesterday.
Millie loved it. She was outside a lot. Hanging out on the deck watching the world go by.
Today it’s about 40 degrees cooler. Millie wants to know where the warm weather went. She’s been an Ohio girl 9 years but she still doesn’t understand how fickle Ohio weather can be.
There’s a few errands I should be running today
But it’s the first day in ages that it’s not freezing . . . or snowing . . .
And I don’t have the heart to call her inside when she’s enjoying sunning herself on the deck . . .
So the errands can wait
That grief is grief is grief. Those who tell you it gets better with time are liars.
That no matter how you think you’re prepared for Ohio winter you’re never prepared for an Ohio winter.
That worry is a total waste of time. Whatever the worst case scenario is, your worry won’t help fix it and when it’s not the worst case scenario you’ve wasted all that time for nothing.
That family drama is actually entertaining when it doesn’t involve you.
And finally – there’s a reason why they’re called ex-husbands