I apologize to my faithful readers. I have been in a tailspin lately with personal issues.
I promise I’ll be back. I just need to take care of some things that are overshadowing everything else.
The two thoughts that keep me going are:
1) it’s only money; and 2) this too shall pass.
The third thought is against the law so I won’t publish it to be used against me in a court of law (can you just hear the cha-ching of Law & Order in the background?).
I will tell you that I’m amazed at how I just do things I don’t know if I would have done in the past. This morning on the bus there’s this guy, probably in his early 20s, slouched down in his seat with his feet up on the side seats in front of him. That is annoying enough but he has his gym bag or whatever laying open in the center of the aisle. So I walk up, kick the bag under his seat and say “This isn’t the frat house, sit up.” Amazingly he did. Next time I’m going to pull his ear like one of the mom’s on the block use to do if she wanted to get you to physically move. Once you’ve had your ear pulled you become much more cooperative with future requests.
So I’m okay. I know I’ll come out of this fine one way or another. I appreciate the email asking where I am. It’s nice to know I’m missed out here in cyper land.
Well there it is again!!!!!! I hate this light on my dashboard. I’ve yet to have my engine “checked” when they have found anything wrong. I hear things like it’s the humidity or some vapor is trapped (I should cal Vaporbusters) or Venus is in the 7th house of the moon. But it’s never anything. I think I suffer from Penny (of the Big Bang Theory) syndrome. She even has the same car as me, I think.
I’m taking my car in this morning to have a rattle checked out and they can check my engine too. I hope it’s nothing again. I’m going to get a piece of duct tape to put over the light so I don’t have to see it.
How was your weekend? “Hot enough for you?” “I don’t mind the heat it’s the humidity I can’t stand.” “Well it’ll be winter soon enough so enjoy it.” Just thought I’d give you the standard heat wave comments that you hear in Minnesota.
I’ve spent most the weekend trying to clean my “office” aka junk room here at home. I have found receipts that go back to 2000. Yes, it’s time to toss stuff. I have a number of items that I’m going to take to work and scan just so I have a record of them but I really don’t need a hard copy. I found the top to a clear plastic box but for the life of me I can’t find the box itself. I know it is around here somewhere. I’ll keep you posted because I’m sure you are interested.
Perhaps I’ll find Jimmy Hoffa somewhere in all of this. No, even better, Amelia Earhart or even better than that Glenn Miller. I love Glenn Miller.
As many of you may know, Freckles passed away yesterday. She went very peacefully with me beside her. I was lucky, very lucky, to have my friends Peter and Sue there to help me afterwards. And then Sue (aka Myrna) came over yesterday afternoon, even though I said she didn’t have to, and sat with me for a few hours and we talked about lots of things and cried every now and then.
Last night I couldn’t bring myself to go to sleep in my bed. As Peter said “What are you going to do with all that room?” which is so true. Most nights I had to cling to the edge of the bed because Freckles has spread herself out across the rest of the bed. I slept on the couch but tonight I’ll go back to my bed. I have a feeling I’ll still be clinging to the edge for a while.
I know some day this pain in my heart will start to heal … but Freckles will always be a part of me.
It’s almost 2 in the morning and I can’t get to sleep. Actually I haven’t been sleeping much lately so this isn’t that unusual. I take Freckles in this morning to have her stitches removed and to talk with the vet about her care. Last week I think I stopped listening at some point and I need to ask questions, to try to find out more about how to care for Freckles. Last night I came into the living room and Freckles was just laying there motionless. I said her name and she didn’t respond and my heart just stopped. But when I went over and touched her she moved — slightly. So I picked her up and we sat together for hours on the couch — she just wanted to lay there. Finally at 12:30 we went outside since she hadn’t been for a while and she is now sleeping on the bed. But I just lay there listening to her breath. I’m like the mother in Terms of Endearment.
But I figured if, and when, I get to sleep I won’t have time to write anything before heading out to the vet so I’d say howdy doody — but kind of quietly so I don’t wake you up too.
By the way, Dick Cheney had a heart? Go figure. (You had to know I couldn’t let this one go by.)
Spent a nice day with Freckles. We went to get cheeseburgers and ice cream and walked over to the park and laid on the bed and took a nap together. My dog walking people are going to come over 2 or 3 times during the day to make sure she is comfortable and has someone around for a while. That makes me feel better about heading off to work — although I’d like to stay home with her forever. (Like that’s news!)
When we went out this morning I couldn’t believe all the GREEN. The grass is growing and the park is green. I still have to remind myself that it is March. I think last year about this time we were still ass deep in snow and were all going crazy waiting for winter to go away. This year I’m riding around with the top down and sitting in front of the fan because it’s kind of hot in the house. I love it!!!
Well I have to go off to work, damn. Thanks to so many of you for the kind words and prayers. I need all of them.
Here’s a challenge for you … find me in this crowd of fellow Robert Fulton Elementary School Class of 1966.
Well Freckles had surgery yesterday and I’m hoping she’s on the road to recovery — cancer free. I can tell how sore she is feeling and can relate — it hurts like H E double hockey sticks to have an abdominal incision. It is hard to see her so sad but I know she will get better. I’m going to wash off her buggy and get her outside this weekend and hopefully that will perk her right up.
I got the rest of my scanned pictures back the other day … this is so exciting to have them on CD. I am going to get one of those computer picture frames that you can load pictures on and they alternate. There will be few pictures of me though. I would hope after all these years I could finally look at a picture of myself and not cringe. Well at least a picture of myself in my adult years. I love the kid pictures — I was so dang cute. When I look at current day pictures I get the urge to buy that double chin exercise machine and get a new wardrobe — well you can’t necessarily see what I’m wearing but I always want to get a new wardrobe.
I have found it much easier to accept the fact that I probably won’t like what I see in a picture than to spend thousands of dollars on therapy to learn to pretend to like what I see. In fact I think my money would be better spent on a professional Photoshop class and I could change all my pictures to what I like. Hmmm, I never thought of that — I think Photoshop could put the psychology profession out of business — or at least put a big dent in it.
Good morning and welcome to Monday. I heard the promise of warm weather this week — maybe in the 50s on Tuesday which of course you know that means it is convertible weather. I was thinking the other day how desperately I need to have a top down day … there’s something about it that clears your head and make you happy and all it costs is a tank of gas (which is getting to be quite expensive) and the willingness to have your hair messed up. And there is nothing as funny as a beagle in a convertible with her ears flying in the breeze.
My favorite story of the weekend is that the New Orleans Saints put out bounties on hurting people on the other team. And their punishment may be a loss of $$$ and drafts. I believe in the real world if you do that it is called assault. Nice to know that the NFL is now nothing more than a bunch of mafia families. Or better yet we have the Jets, if we could rename the Dolphins to the Sharks we could reenact the fight scene from West Side Story. What a bunch of tools.
And speaking of tools — what about that Rush Limbaugh? Truly nothing makes me prouder than knowing that in Rush’s warped mind virtually every woman who has used birth control is a slut. I want to get a t-shirt that says “Another Proud Limbaugh Slut.” There are some people in this world who really have warn out their welcome and it’s time to move on.
I have been neglectful in writing in my blog. Sorry for the absence but I have a good excuse … um give me a minute I’ll think of one … oh yes I was busy working on my Academy Award acceptance speech, no wait, I was learning how to speak a new language so I can go overseas and negotiate peace treaties, no wait, I was working on a cure for the heartbreak of psoriasis … okay I was reading The Hunger Game trilogy AND wait for it — working on a website that I’m getting ready to launch.
Am I forgiven … please?
Tomorrow morning I take Freckles to have her stitches taken out. I’ve already removed her cone for good on Friday. Prior to that I would remove it to give her a bath or just to give her a break. On Wednesday I took it off for her bath and set it down on the floor. I looked and she had grabbed it by the corner and was tracking it off to hide it from me. What a little rascal she is.
Have a good week … I’m going to watch the Academy Awards and see if I won.
Happy VD to all of you. I’m writing this on VD Eve because I have to be in St. Paul at 8:00 tomorrow morning for a seminar and there’s no way in hell I’ll ever get up early enough to write a blog and get dressed so I can either go to the seminar in my pajamas or write my blog the night before. Since I sleep in an old t-shirt and knee socks I think I better write my blog tonight and spare the city of St. Paul the pleasure of seeing my pale pasty flesh.
I forgot to mention in today’s blog (meaning Monday as opposed to Tuesday) about the loss of Whitney Houston. I’m a fan of her music and it is terribly sad how it happened at such a young age and due to booze and drugs (even “legal” drugs) but if I hear “I Will Always Love You” one more time I may have to do something drastic like run naked through the streets screaming “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”