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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

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Happy New Year

Spending a quiet night at home.

Binge watching Blue Bloods.

Cross stitch.

Listening to the dogs snore.

Not a bad way to celebrate.

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November 28

There about a hundred things I should be doing . . .

Sending out Christmas cards . . .

Decorating the tree . . .

Going out shopping . . .

But I’m happily sitting here with Millie asleep on my feet and listening to Rocky snore.

Everything can wait a bit.

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November 5

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.

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I’m Not Ready . . .

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 . . .

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Home Alone

That sounds a little ominous, doesn’t it?

No, Prince Charming hasn’t left for greener pastures. 

He’s at a training class for work to learn how to work on machines that are in the new clinics his company just acquired.

He left on Sunday and won’t be back until Friday night.

So . . . what’s a girl to do to keep herself occupied when she’s home alone for 5 days?

Yup, you guessed it . . . I’m cleaning!

Oh the excitement!!


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That’s what time I got up this morning.

When I realized I had a headache.

When I realized that Millie was awake and staring at me.  I heard her stirring and scratching and I think that’s what woke me up.  If my hearing is so bad, how is it that I can always hear the doggies when they start stirring in the morning?

So I got out of bed and went downstairs to give Rocky and Millie breakfast.

And take some Advil for this headache, and make me some chocolate milk and some tea.  Don’t laugh.  The chocolate helps with the headache before the Advil can kick in.  Yes, I realize how funny it sounds for a 48 year old woman to be drinking chocolate milk at 6:34 in the morning. Could be worse.  I could be eating Hershey’s Special Dark Pieces candies . . .

Rocky and Millie are outside playing with the puppies next door.  In the rain.  I’ll be cleaning muddy feet here in a minute.

The yard still looks lovely.  The grass seed that Prince Charming planted took off nicely and the big mud hole that previously was the back yard is now a distant memory.  Unfortunately, we have not been able to figure out how to get grass to grow in the path along the fence that Rocky and Millie run when playing with the puppies . . . that’s where the muddy feet come from.

Since I cancelled the newspaper, I’ll have to go out later to get one.  I really miss having the paper delivered to the door but I’m not going to pay $2.80 to have a paper that’s barely worth the $1.50 they charge for it at the gas station delivered to my front door.  But I’m not going to get on my soap box again about that one . . . I already have a headache . . . I don’t need to make it any worse!

There are still lots of scary things that we have to face – his divorce, his dad’s illness, the bills that we’re struggling to get paid – but right now . . . Life is really really good . . .

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