Monthly Archives: January 2018
Since I can’t stand #45 and I find his voice akin to fingernails on a chalkboard. I refused to tune in. Besides, why give him the ratings?
Nope, I watched Guardians of the Galaxy and Baskets.
I thought the day before was bad.
He spent the morning stumbling about, his walker barely of use.
A little after noon he decided to go take a nap and had trouble soon after he made it to the top of the stairs.
At dinner time he told me he couldn’t make it down to eat.
That caused a change in the menu. Much easier for him to eat leftover pizza in bed than a plate of lasagna.
I hope he has a better day tomorrow.
I hear him stumble and fall each night.
My heart goes to my throat and pounds a wild rhythm.
“Are You okay?” Every night I ask him.
“Yeah.” Mumble, mumble, mumble….
Every. Single. Night.
I am tempted to pour me one.
All of her blankets were just too darned stinky. Time for them to go into the wash.
Lucy pouting because her blankets are in the wash
Lucy after I gave her a clean blanket
Called in Lucy prescription for her allergy medication and waited for them to call back to tell us they were ready for pick up.
I had to tip toe around Lucy to put on my shoes, get my purse out, and drape my car key lanyard around my neck after they called.
Then I was ready for her.
I picked up her ‘traveling clothes’ (harness) and she went wild. She sat with great impatience while I buckled her into it as soon as I fastened the second buckle she shot to the front door only to have to wait while I put on my coat and hooked her up to her leash.
She dragged me to the van and had me lift her back side in (why should she jump if she didn’t have to?) Once she settled in her crate, we were off.
At the vet’s she bounced out of her crate, dragged me to the door, through the entrance, in the next door and right into the reception office…not the waiting room. Nope. She insists on the office so she can love on whomever is available in there.
I fear I’ve lost my sense of humor.
It completely disappeared a while back.
If you find it please return it to me.
I need a few laughs.
2 more school shootings.
Are we discussing the gun laws in the US yet?
The NRA holds Congress, the Senate, and #45 in the palm its hand.
It is way past time for discussion.
No more dead children!
Stop the violence.
We had rain. Plenty of rain.
If it were possible I’d ship it to my cousin in Alamogordo, NM. She sure could use all the wet weather we’ve had.
We could use some of her dry weather.
You gotta wipe my feet again?
1 a.m. and it is 42 degrees.
I can live with that.
What I can’t live with is the mud hole for a back yard.
And what is predicted for the day weather wise?
Can’t even enjoy going to the store. Nope, it’s no fun when you have to dodge the rain with a grocery cart.
Not looking forward to that…
Behold! The queen of mud!
She snores so loud I can hear her from across the room.
She’s rolled up in her blanket with her nose tucked tightly in her paws.
She had a busy day playing ball with her Daddy.