Today is Monday . . . I hate Mondays . . .
Especially the Monday after the Fall Time Change . . . the kids at school seem to have more energy and are a little more irritating . . .
It gets dark early . . . the security lights on the garage came on tonight at 5:30 . . . it’s dark enough for security lights at 5:30 pm . . . makes for a very long night . . .
I went to dinner like I always do on Monday night. Tonight’s dinner choice was a restaurant that is offering me free bagels every day this month. I feel guilty if I go in just for the free bagel so I bought dinner there tonight. The soup and salad combo I usually get is very yummy . . . and since it’s on the chilly side here the warm soup was comforting.
All in all, it was an irritating Monday but not a Bad Monday . . .
Then the server behind the counter called the name for the next customer to pick up their order. The name they called out was the same name as Prince Charming’s name. My heart skipped a beat and I did a double take to see who would answer to that name. The guy didn’t look anything like Prince Charming . . . but I did give him a warm smile because he caught me staring at him.
Big Sigh . . . back to my yummy soup and sandwich . . .
I must be making progress because instead of focusing on unexpectedly hearing Prince Charming’s name tugging on my heart strings, I’m excited about the 99 cent cookie and the free bagel
Any Monday with a free bagel can’t be all bad . . .
Love is . . . braving a torrential downpour to get your dogs from the kennel because they hate thunderstorms and you can’t bear the thought of them being away from you and being afraid.
Even though you hate driving in torrential downpours and talked to them the entire drive home because you didn’t want them to think you were as afraid as they were.
Girls weekend in Amish country.
Anybody got bail money?
Things I think of while walking the dogs . . .
What in the world do I feed them that makes their poop stink so bad?
What is it about Millie’s personality that she has to be “first” to everything?
How awesome that Rocky is cool enough to let Millie always be the lead dog.
I think it’s hilarious that they remember the one time they found a cat under a big pine tree and have to sniff every time we pass the tree, they know when we get close to the house on the corner that has the dog that always barks at them, and which house their human friends with hugs and treats live at but they aren’t bothered at all to pass the house were the dog that attacked Rocky lived.
When the dogs sniff a spot and then have to pee on that spot, I wonder if that’s a dog version of Facebook. BTW . . . Millie ALWAYS has to get the last “word” in . . .
I learn something interesting from them every day.
My annual attempt to write a blog page every day . . .
First story of the month . . . taking Mom to a doctor’s appointment and her first ever experience with a GPS system . . .
Mom fell on Saturday . . . thankfully she wasn’t seriously hurt . . . bumps, bruises, black eyes, broken nose, fracture in a small bone in her hand . . . it could have been much worse and we are thankful . . . I told her that her guardian angel (my Dad) took really good care of her.
We went to the orthopedic doctor yesterday to have him look at her hand. I was unfamiliar with the area so I put the address in the GPS and off we went. Mom always said her GPS system was my Dad (Mom is directionally challenged and Dad was an expert navigator even when his eyesight failed him). She was fascinated when “that lady” would interupt our conversation to tell me where to turn. She was amazed that we arrived at the doctors office at exactly the time the GPS said we would.
We got good news that she doesn’t need surgery to fix her hand – she has to wear a brace for a while – and I got to spend some quality time with her even if it was a slightly stressful trip.
Today . . . life is good!
The usual weekend routine is get up, feed the dogs, drink a cup of coffee . . . after I’m up for an hour or so, I throw on some clothes and walk the dogs . . . no make-up, don’t even comb my hair most of the time . . . no wonder I get funny looks when I run into people . . . but we’re normally out between 8 and 9 in the morning so we don’t see too many people.
Today was a little different in that we didn’t leave the house until after 10. What can I say . . . I was moving slow this morning . . . no biggie . . . a few people out but nothing out of the ordinary . . . until we cross the school playground and I noticed a car that did a u-turn to come toward us . . . and then I realized it was my ex-husband and his new wife. The dogs were excited to see him . . . and I was happy for that . . . and then I realized that I’m wearing an old and horribly wrinkled t-shirt, have on no make-up and I didn’t comb my hair before I left the house . . .
A little background . . . ex-hubby lives less than 5 miles from me but he is rarely in my neighborhood and I’m rarely in his . . . he was in the neighborhood at a yard sale and just happened to be driving by as I was out with the dogs . . . he didn’t recognize me but he did recognize the dogs . . .
I can only imagine the conversation that took place in that car as they drove away . . .
This is about the dogs . . . no, there isn’t a health crisis or anything to worry about . . . they are fine . . . each of them got a clean bill of health at their annual check-up . . . and I heard the “as they get older . . .” speech from Lovely Vet . . . and in my mind I’m screaming “they’re just puppies!!!”
But they aren’t anymore . . . Rocky is 8 and Millie is 7 . . . according to Lovely Vet that classifies them as “senior citizens” in the dog world. Rocky came to live with us in February 2009 – he was just shy of four months old. Millie came to live with us in April 2010 – she was about 8 months old. They were babies when they entered my life and, for some odd reason, I still think of them as puppies . . .
Millie has a touch of arthritis in her front legs and is getting some gray on her muzzle. She has gray eyebrows and a lot of gray hair on her belly. Other than that she’s still as active as a puppy.
Rocky is just generally slowing down. Getting pickier about what he eats, slower to get up in the morning, sleeping a little more soundly and harder to wake up sometimes. But let the dogs next door start barking, a cat cross his path, or a squirrel make a dash across the yard and he takes off like a puppy.
They were with me during the last months of my marriage to XH. They were by my side when I was learning how to be a single woman for the first time ever in my life. They happily embraced Prince Charming when he came to live with us. They were the reason I got out of bed a lot of the time after Prince Charming died. They have been the one constant in my life over the past 7 years . . . and I can’t imagine my life without them.
But . . . but . . . but . . . I know that day is going to come . . . and with them being so close in age and so attached to each other it’s entirely possible that I might lose them both at about the same time . . . something I can’t bear to think about . . . .
But today is not that day. Today they are chasing the birds, meeting the new puppy that lives behind us, introducing themselves to the new kittens that live next door (long story involving Lovely Neighbor Mike and his feral cat). But in the back of my mind I know that I need to think about this . . . and I do my Scarlett O’Hara impression . . . I’ll think about that tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day . . .