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Lucy and Gavin

Lucy and Gavin

 If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.

Wanna go out and play?

 

        I’m a mystery writer–read my ‘about me’ page to find out more.   Feel free to check out the excerpts from my Doggoned Mystery series and take a look at my favorite pictures of our garden and what was once our pond.  The Bull Pen page has pictures of our bullies and friends.   

      

Humans, the death of our world

They say that if all of humanity disappeared the earth would heal itself and nature would take everything back.

Maybe that should happen.

We will be the death of our world if we stay the greedy, selfish, pigs that we are.

Pick up your trash.

Protect the land, water, and air.

Stop putting yourselves first.

Give back instead of taking.

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Nothing like old TV shows

Unamused by present day TV shows last night, I turned to one of those channels that runs old shows.

I completely enjoyed watching Columbo and Kolchak the Night Stalker.

I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed some of those old shows especially when compared to the idiocy of today’s reality crap TV.

It was nice to follow a story and not have to listen to idiots talking about themselves.

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What cha watching Lucy?

Yep, that might just be winter out there…

Snow.

Yuck, we got some.

Thank goodness, not in horrible amounts, so far.

Lucy, like me, is not thrilled.

Gavin doesn’t mind it a bit.

The Curmudgeon barely notices anything other than the TV screen.

That’s enough winter.

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Where did the night go?

One minute I am watching TV, petting Lucy, and the next I am waking to my 2 a.m. pill alarm.

I don’t remember anything after The Curmudgeon going up to bed.

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Is love enough?

I always thought it was.

It may have been at one time.

Now, I’m not so sure.

Maybe because we’ve dealt with his MS for so long and he’s in such a steady decline.

Maybe, if I had help with the every day things so that when the not-so-every-day stuff happens, I had the rest behind me to deal with it better.

Young, dumb, and happy …so long ago

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As his MS grows worse priorities change

It used to be I wanted time alone to write, these days I beg for a few minutes to sneak in a shower undisturbed and an extra five minutes of sleep.

I don’t do a lot of writing.

Mostly I do scut work, and when I’m not doing that, I’m trying to catch up on sleep.

The constant surges of adrenaline are driving me into a sleep deprived psychosis.

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Look out Gavin the steps are icy!

Poor Gavin. Last night our back steps were transformed into a skating rink. He doesn’t do well on ice. Neither do I for that matter.

Yep, we had a nice fall.

He’s recovered nicely since he used me for a landing pad.

Life with a bull terrier…always having to explain those bruises.

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Cold, colder, coldest?

I truly do not like the cold. I used to be able to tolerate it, but lately it makes my bones ache so.

I hope this is my last winter here. I want to move south.

With my luck, the new administration, and The Curmudgeon’s health, I’ll still be here next year and will probably be a homeless person.

Today’s Tee shirt.

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13 degrees…

No Mommy, I will not go out without my hoodie!

I’ve never had a dog who was so insistent on wearing a coat, or in Lucy’s case, a hoodie.

I got barked at tonight until I picked it up to put it on her. She’d bark and back away and bark…LOL!!!

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Why you were deleted as spam

Did you tell me I should write more and post fewer videos? …Yeah, that proved to me you actually looked at my blog. NOT.

You told me I was a brilliant writer on my “other words for sex” blog post. I know how old that post is and how you managed to find it.

Plus the fact that my spam catcher caught you.

I trust the spam catcher.

And now for something completely different…

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I need a whole new routine…

Thursday:

Finish doing laundry 4:30 a.m.

Crawl on the couch to fall asleep with Lucy around 5 a.m. (the silly dog snores.)

6 a.m. wake to the sound of The Curmudgeon struggling, call 911 to have someone come help to get The Curmudgeon off the floor and into his bed.

When the adrenaline dissipates, try going back to the couch.

8 a.m. take dogs out because Gavin is whining.

Back to couch.

Alarm goes off at 10 a.m.  feed dogs, take them out.

Try the couch again.

2 p.m. Alarm goes off for me to take my pills. Wake to find The Curmudgeon in his chair and Gavin whining to go out.

Then there’s dinner to cook, dogs to feed and take out…

Friday:

Other than the 911 call the day is essentially the same until I try for a nap around 2 p.m.

Loud crash from upstairs gets my adrenaline pumping and I run up the stairs.

He fell… claims he’s okay.

Heart pounding, I go back downstairs to quell the racing pulse and try for that nap.

Unsuccessful, I try reading to calm me down. It works somewhat.

Later, cook dinner, feed dogs and take them out, feed us.

I am so tired of running on coffee and adrenaline.

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The acid test?

We are well into our first real snow storm of the season.

The back doors have passed the acid test.

No snow on my back porch.

Yippee.

Our next necessary major expense is a new oil tank. We’ve been warned for a couple of years now that ours is going into its death throes.

We also need new windows on the back porch…new front doors…flooring…painting done…new lights, walls, ceilings, bathroom update…

Oh eff it, we need a new house.

I pray I win the HGTV house so we can survive.

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