This and That

Everything takes three times as long as you expect it to take

I think it’s a rule

 

Even bad dogs break your heart when they go to the Bridge.  Lily-bad-dog chased Max, and jumped on Max and didn’t like Max and Max was afraid of her.   But when she died today, we cried.    Even bad dogs have families who love them.   Lily’s daddy is heartbroken.   He never saw any bad in her, he never saw anything but good.    He loved her so much.     She got cancer and he did everything he could to make her better.   It didn’t work.   I knew it wouldn’t, but he had to try anyway.    And when the time came, he sent her to the Bridge, the gentlest way he could.

 

And then he cried.   We cried with him.

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It seems I have a new address

And it’s called pain

I’ve been living in pain for a week

I don’t like this place

I don’t like it one bit

I somehow managed to bring on an attack of sciatica.   The sciatic nerve is apparently the largest, or one of the largest, in your body, running from mid back down the buttocks and legs.   Don’t irritate that bitch, it’s stronger than all of you.   I don’t have any clue what caused this, but it needs to go away.    It’s the nights that are bad.   If I could sleep standing up, I’d maybe get some rest.   I climb in bed, and it starts, I can’t get comfortable, can’t find a position where my back and right hip aren’t screaming.   

It feels like a ball of fire in the middle of my back, sending flames out to my right hip and down my leg. 

 

I don’t deal well with pain.   I cry.   I weep.   I scream at the universe and beg all the saints and departed relatives to help, to take this away.   

It’s not a pretty sight.

I’m not ready to be reminded of my age.   I’m not ready to be old and infirm.   I don’t have time for this – it has to get fixed, now.  

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Biting my tongue better get me into Heaven

My grandchildren are on facebook.   Only one is old enough, that’s another story.   

I have a degree in English

I hate misspelled words

I hate bad grammar

It about gives me a migraine to not correct the stuff their friends post.

OMG, what are we teaching these kids?    ANYTHING???

 

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Disappearing act

I challenged a friend to post an entry to his blog once a week for six weeks

He accepted the challenge

He posted three times – the last time was just one page, a goodbye

He’s not responding to twitter messages, or facebook messages, or anything

This is not fair

People are worried, and frightened

I don’t like this kind of drama

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Waiting waiting waiting

For the floors to dry

Spilling a gallon of tea on the kitchen floor required a bit of mopping be done today
The floors were sadly in need of it anyway, but it wasn’t planned for today till the tea jug spigot got stuck in the open position and most of the tea ended up on the floor.    The worst part isn’t the mopping, it’s the moving of the furniture so I can mop.  And then moving it back. It never fails that after the floor is all wet, Max has to go out.   

When he was a puppy, he got a taste of the mop water.    I freaked!  Called poison control!    And if truth be told, I’d probably do the same today.    He was fine, looked at me like I had lost my mind.    

He seems to think he’s in trouble because I made him get up on the sofa.   He’s sound asleep, half off the sofa, on his back – it’s hard work going to Lowe’s and being cute and getting loved.   

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Routine -interrupted

We go for a walk in the morning

We go for a ride in the morning

It’s just how we roll

If it’s too hot to walk, we go to one of the pet friendly stores and walk around and visit Max’s many fans

Leroy can’t ride, he gets car sick.  I could give him a pepcid, but he’s also not socialized, so taking him anywhere is pretty much out of the question.   

Max is out of sorts and so am I, we are creatures of habit and our daily routine is in disarray.   We shall get through this and be back to normal soon.   

I hope.  

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Lesson learned

I’ve proudly called myself a grammar nazi.  I’ve delighted in correcting people who use “to” instead of “too,”  or mess up “their, there, and they’re.”   

I have never been able to remember when to use “lay” and when to use “lie,” but no problem, I have a “friend” who (I seem to be using a lot of apostrophes tonight) who delights in correcting me every time I use either word.  

Tonight was about the 12,000th time she corrected me and I lost my temper and told her how I felt about it.   

And then I realized that I’ve done the same thing – and most likely come off as the same smug, arrogant, bitch.   

I hereby resign my Grammar Nazi title.   Go merrily on misusing the English language, I will no longer be the “I’m smarter than you,” witch I’ve been in the past.   

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Oh, the pain

Of a dog yanking you around.    I’m dogsitting this week.   For a cute little mixed breed beagle type dog, who is a ball of energy and is terribly excited about being in the country with all kinds of wonderful things to SNIFF and OMG, there’s a SQUIRREL and it smells good over THERE!   He takes off full bore and gets to the end of the lead and about takes my arm out of the socket.

The flexi-lead is going away.   Tonight.   He’s going on a regular lead and hopefully the running and yanking will stop.   I spent half the day on the sofa, shooting pains in my ribs – which were already sore – and across my shoulders – from the jerking.   Max pulls, but it’s constant, it’s not this yanking, jerking that about dislocates my shoulder.

Oh, I like the little guy.  But this has to stop.

Max is not impressed.   He seems scared by the little guy – who’s being called Fred because Bear forgot his real name.   Fred tends to be very vocal, growly when he plays.   Max is just a touch unsure.   It’s kind of strange because they played well when Fred visited.   Max is weird about company.   I hope it gets better in the next couple of days.   

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When tears to laughterM

and memories make you smile more than cry, healing has finally begun.

It’s been 16 years since my Poppa died.    For a long time, I couldn’t look at an M&M, couldn’t hear certain songs, couldn’t watch a Mets game.

It’s been 12 years since my mother died.   Everything about that part of my life caused me pain – everything except my Bear.   He stood beside me and sheltered me from as much as he could.    I wouldn’t have survived without him.

Going through pictures and throwing out some junk that I kept because I couldn’t bear to part with anything has been a recent project.
And I’ve discovered that the pictures bring back memories  – and those memories are mostly good.   Smiles, and some tears, and even a few good laughs, have resulted from this trip down memory lane.

Yesterday was Mother’s birthday.  She was remembered by the grandchildren in words on facebook, words that described her as sweet, and loving, and loved by everyone.     I smiled.    She would slap them silly for trying to make her a saint.    🙂   (Although she was pretty darned close to one in my eyes, too.)

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Challenging

I challenged a couple of friends to blog more, and then realized that this means I have to write more too!

I’ve been a slacker, for many reasons.   Two crazy classes, subjects I never taught before, students who were at times wonderful and at other times highly unco-operative, taking a class myself (and I should be working on that right now!) and all the rest of life, left little time for blogging.  

I’m glad that the semester is over.   It was stressful, trying to stay ahead of the class.    The weather made things worse.   We missed so much time, and got behind, it was a constant struggle to get anything done.   I had great expectations for that class – an upper level class should attract students who want to learn the subject.   In this case, I had a group who wanted to get a grade without putting in the work.   Yeah, that isn’t going to happen.  I’m sure that several are not happy with their grades, but they got what they earned.

So now it’s summer, six weeks off to play with fabric, play with yarn, play with the dog.   And get myself up to speed with my class – write some damned content, will ya!

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