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Jun
25
Today’s brain (in)action:
- Is my child ever, EVER going to be interested in eating REAL FOOD? Will I be spoon feeding her baby food until she leaves for university?
- I am sitting down to cut a 22-year-old comforter in half and then sew it back up into two separate blankets with an 18-year-old sewing machine. For a 20-year-old cat.
- When the power goes out, the house gets deathly still. Well, except for the shrieking and bounding and squealing that is my daughter at play. So maybe the DVDs are for me, then.
- Lots of celebrity deaths these days. Some I am genuinely sad about; others, I fight the cynicism.
- There seems to be no limit to the amount of watermelon I can eat this month. I blame… well, I don’t really have anyone to pin this one on. It’s just tasty.
- There lies a big suitcase full of many small clothes. I pack for weather, for practicality, and for fashion. Does someone who is happy in just a diaper need that many changes of clothes?
- I am generally happier than I have ever been. But my life would be perfect if ice cream and baked goods were suddenly non-fattening and good for you. Can you imagine? I am salivating just thinking about it.
- Why does the cat like to lie with something ON me? His butt is on my big toe right now, and it is just weird.
- Twitter has been an interesting experiment. Some celebrities I have learned some great things about, and that they are really cool people. But some never “shut up” and say nothing useful. Others are revealed to be giant arses. I miss the mystery and shine somewhat. I get enough of real people at the grocery store.
- Dusk to dawn in a car barrelling across the country with nothing to do but listen to podcasts. It’s like my ideal of radio.
Jun
24
Last week’s music meme was a challenge, but you all gave it a good shot! So here are the answers (in case you were wondering), complete with my liner notes (because I cannot resist):
1. When you come across the sea — “When You Come” ~ Crowded House (I have a Crowded House problem. I love them; BDH loves them not so much. Like, at all.)
2. How can I be sure when your intrusion’s my illusion — “Pale Shelter” ~ Tears for Fears (80s sensitive boys, anyone?)
3. There’s an army on the dance floor — “Love My Way” ~ Psychedelic Furs (Whoa. Didn’t even know I had that song.)
4. Got brass in pocket — “Brass in Pocket” ~ The Pretenders (Okay, that one was a gimme. Title in the first line!)
5. I would come to you at night time — “Throw Your Arms Around Me” ~ Hunters and Collectors (I was surprised no one got this one.)
6. Young man there’s no need to feel down — “YMCA” ~ The Village People (And for the ear worm… You’re welcome!)
7. Oh well who wouldn’t be a sailor, lad, a-sailin’ on the main — “Home Boys Home” ~ The Dubliners (Hello! Obscure!)
8. I sing myself to sleep a song from the darkest hour — “Sit Down” ~ James (I love James. I cannot deny it.)
9. My love she throws me like a rubber ball — “The Sweetest Thing” ~ U2 (A pretty song. Not my favourite of theirs. )
10. Giant steps are what you take — “Walking on the Moon” ~ The Police (I saw them in concert in 1983! Ack! The old, I has it.)
11. We’ll be fighting in the streets with our children at our feet — “Won’t Get Fooled Again” ~ The Who (One of those songs everybody knows, but nobody knows the words.)
12. I got your email, disgruntled female — “www.nevergetoveryou” ~ Prozzak (One of BDH’s songs, and helps meet the obligatory CanCon requirements.)
13. Visiting is pretty, visiting is good — “This Is A Call” ~ Foo Fighters (I loved Dave Grohl in lingerie. Not personally, you understand.)
14. Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just passed me by — “Flame Trees” ~ Cold Chisel (Classic Aussie rock.)
15. The Mississippi Delta was shining like a National guitar — “Graceland” ~ Paul Simon (Groundbreaking.)
16. Standing in line to see the show tonight, another light on — “By the Way” ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers (You got close enough on this one.)
17. The Salvation Army band played — “Life in a Northern Town” ~ Dream Academy (One from the 80s I think everybody loves.)
18. Something’s coming over me, I’m so dizzy I can’t see — “Rush Hour” ~ Jane Wiedlin (One from the 80s I think nobody knows.)
19. Tell me all the things you would change — “Distant Sun” ~ Crowded House (See? I told you.)
20. And if the darkness is to keep us apart — “Walk On” ~ U2 (Okay, there’s a talky bit at the beginning, but this is the start of the actual singing bits.)
21. In the jungle of the senses, Tinkerbelle and Jack the Ripper — “Nemesis” ~ Shriekback (I would have shaken the hand of whoever got this one.)
22. I missed the bus, yeah I did it again — “Bohemia” ~ Mae Moore (Some more CanCon for you, and kinda indie too just to make it interesting.)
23. Do you remember back in old L.A. — “Beach Baby” ~ First Class (70s!! Road trip! Cheese!)
24. I am still living with your ghost — “Santa Monica” ~ Everclear (Good doG, how I hate this band. Yes, your life was rough. We get it. Quit whining, already.)
25. Could you whisper in my ear — “Slide” ~ Goo Goo Dolls (From Buffalo, but honourary Canadians, really.)
So there you have it. A list of songs. Discuss.
Jun
22
Okay. So. We have Stinkerbelle. And we have 4 cats. Nothing should surprise me, right?
And yet? It does. Regularly.
Stinkerbelle loves her kitties. LOVESLOVESLOVES her kitties. LOVES! THEM! So much so that her first REAL word (not counting the “mama” and “dada” business because, let’s face it, EVERY child does that and it is mostly indiscriminate), based on her babbling right now will be “kitty” or “Duncan” (who is her kitty). Right now she is SO close on “kitty” but it comes out “didididididdydidididdddy”.
And the cats, they tolerate her surprisingly well, considering she barrels across the floor at them in joyous full shriek and pokes them and pulls out tufts of fur and stuff. Perhaps they sense it is all done in love. Or something.
So anyway, That Baby loves her kitties.
Last weekend was Donkey Day at the Donkey Sanctuary of Canada. You may recall that we went last year, and we have a fondness for the donkeys. We think it’s a great fundraiser for a great cause, not to mention a really nice day out. So we decided that this year we would go again, and introduce Stinkerbelle to the donkeys and hopefully begin a nice yearly tradition for our family.
We knew we would not be able to be long, what with That Baby having the attention span of a soap dish or a gnat or whatever at this age, and it was also a hot day. So we figured we would go for maybe half an hour or an hour and just have a nice visit.
We pulled into a parking space, loaded Stinkerbelle into her SuperStroller, and started up the lane toward the paddocks. There was a great turnout, which is always nice, with booths and tents and whatnot. But us? We go for the donkeys. (Specifically, we go so that I can pet and brush the donkeys. Let’s be honest.) So we made a beeline for the paddocks — one for mules, the other for donkeys.
And of course, they were all there in their gorgeous, aloof glory. We got to the fence, and got Stinkerbelle up out of the stroller so she could pet the lovely little mules by the fence. We picked her up, and turned to lean over the fence to the mules.
And then it began, like a siren or a rock concert or some other loud thing that is very loud.
Stinkerbelle was bellowing for all she was worth at the mules. “DIDDIDDIDDDDYDIDDIDDIDDDIDIDIDDYDIDDDDY!” Very LOUDLY, and excitedly.
She was trying to make friends with the kitties. Which were not, alas, kitties. Nor were they DEAF, I would imagine, so they wisely chose instead to ignore the extremely loud small child hollering her greetings to them in full-throated love.
So the donkeys were a hit. Inasmuch as she thought they were really BIG kitties, Stinkerbelle enjoyed the visit to the donkeys. Good thing for them that Donkey Day is just once a year. (Also, good thing for my hearing.)
But That Baby loves her kitties with an equally vociferous and heartfelt love, so she will be fine until next year’s visit. How do I know this? Well, two recent incidents come to mind.
Today, she was in her playroom, playing with her toys and shrieking at a video of (what else) animals while I made a meat stick for dinner in the kitchen. The cats have learned to just ignore her or flee when she comes around, so those who had not fled were in various states of repose.
Now, Opus is old. She can’t get around much anymore, so we have put a comforter out for her to sleep on during the daytime. And she’s as deaf as a post, so she mostly ignores That Baby anyway. But with That Baby, we have had to establish the rule that “That Kitty is NOT for playing with. She is for DECORATION ONLY.” And so That Baby is not allowed to touch that kitty or otherwise terrorize or manhandle her like she does with the others. And she is learning, but she needs reminding from time to time.
I had to remind her a couple times this afternoon. Luckily Bubby mostly slept through it all.
And then I looked up from my cooking to see That Baby, leaning down over That Kitty, TRYING TO LICK HER.
ACK. Poised on the brink of getting a fuzzy mouthful of old kitty.
You never saw a woman move so fast. There was no way that was going to end well for either party.
I relocated Stinkerbelle and went back to my work.
I looked up again.
“Wha… WHATISTHATONYOURFACE?!?!”
Apparently, she had learned she was NOT to lick That Kitty. Which might explain, a little bit, why there were great, wet, drooly wads of Cinnamon fur on her cheek and chin.
She is fine. Cinnamon is hiding and won’t come out. And Bubby is shouting at me, trying to convince me that she is traumatized by the Great Licking Child of ’09 in a ploy for food.
That Baby and kitties. Is it too late to get her interested in, say, Chia pets instead?
Jun
19
Okay, I am taking a page from Tafel’s book — er, blog — and doing a music meme today. Because hers kept me humming for HOURS, and I know there are some music fans out there in the group.
The rules (stolen again from Tafel):
Step 1: Put your iPod on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the 1st 25 songs no matter how embarrassing
Step 3: Add the artist and track once someone guesses both correctly.
Step 4: For those who are guessing, looking up the lyrics is CHEATING.
Step 5: If you like the game post your own and link to it in the comments.
SO your job is to guess the song and artist from the first lines below. Got it? (Rana, this should be right up your alley!)
Alrighty then, folks, here is my list:
1. When you come across the sea
2. How can I be sure when your intrusion’s my illusion
3. There’s an army on the dance floor
4. I got brass in pocket — “Brass In Pocket” ~ The Pretenders
5. I would come to you at night time
6. Young man there’s no need to feel down — “YMCA” ~ The Village People
7. Oh well who wouldn’t be a sailor, lad, a-sailin’ on the main
8. I sing myself to sleep a song from the darkest hour
9. My love she throws me like a rubber ball — “The Sweetest Thing” ~ U2
10. Giant steps are what you take
11. We’ll be fighting in the streets with our children at our feet
12. I got your email, disgruntled female
13. Visiting is pretty, visiting is good
14. Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just passed me by
15. The Mississippi Delta was shining like a National guitar — “Graceland” ~ Paul Simon
16. Standing in line to see the show tonight, another light on — ?? ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers
17. The Salvation Army band played — “Life in a Northern Town” ~ Dream Academy
18. Something’s coming over me, I’m so dizzy I can’t see
19. Tell me all the things you would change — “Distant Sun” ~ Crowded House
20. And if the darkness is to keep us apart — “Walk On” ~ U2
21. In the jungle of the senses, Tinkerbelle and Jack the Ripper
22. I missed the bus, yeah I did it again
23. Do you remember back in old L.A.
24. I am still living with your ghost — “Santa Monica” ~ Everclear
25. Could you whisper in my ear — “Slide” ~ Goo Goo Dolls
Okay. So. I have 3500 songs in my iTunes, so some things might be a bit obscure. Some clues: I am a child of the 60s, spent my 70s on road trips with my family, have a deep and enduring love of 80s music which then morphed into a love of alternative music and southern hemisphere music.
Got it?
Well, I could not give away the store, people. There ARE some gimmes in there. But you’re going to have to work for some.
Alright. GO! Put your guesses in the comments. (Even if you think you know just one of them, go for it!)
Jun
17
If anyone is looking for me…
BDH brought home Sims3 today.
*hee hee*
I’m already hooked. BDH wants me to create our neighbourhood, with the complete cast of characters: the Mayor, the Deputy Mayor, the Nude Neighbours, the works.
Me, I just want to BUILD STUFF. Because EVERYTHING is customizable.
*happy clap*
So much for… well, getting ANYTHING done, actually.
Jun
15
Saturday afternoon, BDH suggested we go for a walk.
Now, this is big, because BDH has busted everything. He’s torn ligaments in his knees. He’s broken ankles. He’s got orthotics to help with his arches. Walking? Not his favourite thing to do. So when he suggested that we pack up Stinkerbelle and walk to the local Staples store to run some errands… well, I was more than happy to agree.
Walking to Staples is a hike. It’s probably 5 km there and back. I mentioned this to BDH because, well, he is not one with the walking. He thought he would be fine, so we gave That Baby her 3 pm bottle, slathered her in sunscreen, and set out with our old bargoon jogging stroller.
We trudged along, and about 2/3 of the way there we came to a little park. BDH suggested we stop and play at the playground, and Stinkerbelle got her first ride on the swings (which we captured on video – YAY!) and the slide. Once that was done, and we sat down to have a little drink, BDH admitted that it might have been a bit too ambitious for his first walk, and perhaps we should head for home. So we did.
Now, I have mentioned before that our house backs onto conservation land. More accurately, it is actually a 27 hectare area of watershed land that was apparently funded by the money saved in the first year of newspaper recycling with our local blue box program. So, yeah, I live in a green town full of green space. And this one is forested and home to deer and other wildlife and full of trails.
So, as we passed the entrance to one of the trails on our walk home, BDH suggested we shortcut through the conservation area. It would take us away from the major thoroughfares we came on, with all the road noise and whatnot, which would be nice since we hadn’t walked in the conservation for years. This would also be considerably cooler than the hot afternoon sun. So, since we had brought That Baby in her SuperStroller, I thought it was a grand idea.
And it was.
Until we got lost.
Well, we didn’t get lost exactly. I mean, we were on a trail. A very nice trail too, complete with boardwalk and chirping birds and everything. But the trail did not come to a left turn as we needed it to do, and pretty soon we found ourself exiting the trail and ending up at a place we call Dog Park. It’s a leash-free zone created from a disused road on the edge of industrial park. And it’s on the extreme southwestern border of our conservation area.
We live on the northeastern side.
So. We had somehow managed to walk clear across the conservation.
So we thought, alrighty then, we’ll follow the nice well-tended gravel walking path for a bit and see where the hell we are, exactly. So we walked for awhile, and soon it became clear we were getting further south, to the southern-most border of the city. And this was not good.
We walked on a little more, and finally saw a path leading north, back into the conservation. At this point we thought, what the heck, and we took it. And it headed north for awhile, and it was good.
Until it veered east, and the next out we found was in a subdivision on the extreme southeastern side of the conservation.
Not good.
Back in we went. SURELY we’d be able to find a path back to the north from here.
Well, there was a path heading north-ish, but basically stayed on the southeastern perimeter of the park. It was at this point that we said, “Screw this”. And the next sign of sidewalk we saw in subdivisionland, we were gone baby gone.
We trudged through this unknown subdivision, until it eventually led out to the major thoroughfare that marks the eastern perimeter of the conservation area. From here, it had to be a good 2 or 3 km home.
By this time we were fighting the clock. Stinkerbelle would need supper very shortly, not to mention be ready for bed. And we were getting tired to the point of being punchy, as well as seriously blistered.
Finally, the hill on which our home is perched — like a glittering prize on that day, I can tell you — was in sight. We trudged on, planning the 3 billion pounds of convenience food we were going to eat when we finally got there.
And as we stepped in the door, after effectively completely skirting 27 hectares, 3 hours from when we had started, I asked BDH, “So… want to go for a walk tomorrow?”
I cannot repeat what he told me to do.
Jun
11
Reason #16 why we are not considering adopting again at this time:
I already have more kids than I can handle.
(Yes, that is my well loved and well worn, still has a ton of life left in it, $25 jogging stroller from Kijiji.)
Jun
9
Things you never imagine you will say in your lifetime, until you become a parent:
- “Do NOT lick that toilet.”
- “I want to punch that octopus right in the head.”
- “Please don’t stick your finger in my nose.”
- “Um, I can’t be sure, but I think she just pooped on my arm.”
- “Okay. So we’re getting cynical about Sesame Street now?”
- “Ooh, that poop must’ve HURT.”
- “And I realized, there are boogers all over the sheets.”
- “I think one of the prerequisites of being a children’s entertainer should be that you have to have a reflection.”
- “Okay, nobody needs to see that except you and your doctor.”
- “Yeah, she’s fine. She belched twice, farted, and then fell face first on my shoulder.”
- “Where are your PANTS??” (Okay, some of us remember that one from university.)
Jun
8
Take:
1 very tired mommy
1 baby who was awake half the night
1 daddy with a separated shoulder
several days of (the possibility of) rain
10 loads of laundry
3 floors of mess and chaos
1 tonne of work
1 barfing cat
3 messy cats
a dash of clumsiness
Mix well. Stir in a ridiculous amount of take out and/or unhealthy food. Sprinkle with impatience and irritability to taste.
Serving suggestion: Serve cold with Rolaids and Advil.
(It’s going to be a LONG day at the House of Peevish.)
Jun
5
SCENE: An afternoon at The House of Peevish. Stinkerbelle is in her exersaucer, watching “Annie” and waiting for the post-lunch poop. Mom is in the kitchen, having some lunch. The cats are in various states of repose around the room: deaf, elderly Bubby curled up with Cinnamon on a blanket under the window, Lucy sunning herself on the windowsill, Duncan curled up under an end table amid the toys.
A breeze blows.
The baby gate, leaning up against the wall, catches the breeze and falls to the floor.
Baby Gate: BLAM!!!! (Well, it doesn’t SAY “blam” but it falls down and makes a ridiculously loud “blam” noise.)
Various cats freak the hell out and scramble for cover. Even deaf old Bubby is up and on the alert. Cinnamon and Duncan are poofed to a ridiculous size. Lucy falls out of the window.
Stinkerbelle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (belly laughing uproariously)
~ THE END. ~
Jun
4
Oh, we have lots of Teh Drama at the House of Peevish these days. It’s like a movie of the week — nay, an Afterschool Special — around here with all the tears and the anger and the pain. Maybe even a Very Special Episode of something.
Yes, we have come to the part of the show where Stinkerbelle Learns About Emotions.
I never know from moment to moment what emotions are on tap with That Baby, but let me tell you, it is often LOUD. And sometimes even hilarious.
She has learned the fine art of crying to get what she wants, wailing to express disappointment, and howling with rage. Often there is hitting and flailing, usually at Mom because, well, SOMEBODY must be to blame. She has the positive emotions, too, but she has always had them. Recently, she has decided to work on the full range of emotions from A to B.
I admit, most times it is hard not to bust out laughing, or dismiss her emoting with a sarcastic throwaway. But we are trying to take her emotions Very Seriously. Because Emotions Are Good And Healthy.
*snort*
*ahem*
Okay. So. Yesterday provides a good example of That Baby’s new-found emotional range. Yesterday afternoon, I brought Stinkerbelle upstairs to watch some videos, as the upstairs is where our sofa and chair and bookshelves are, so it provides ample space for her to play and cruise on the furniture and try out her new-found skills at standing and cruising and taking tentative steps. She likes to stand and dance to the Wiggles — well, who DOESN’T — so she got herself stood up with her bum against the couch and was doing a little dance along with Sam. (Sam ROCKS.) Periodically, she would get into this little half-squat position, just tentatively putting her hands down to be sure she could get down if she needed to.
So she was rocking out to the Wiggles when, suddenly and without prior warning, she fell down. Now, with all the up-and-down practicing she has been doing, you’d think this would be no big deal. And normally it is not. But yesterday afternoon she had had no nap, as we are trying to eliminate the troublesome afternoon nap, so she was tired. So, when she fell down, she forgot to put her hands out in front of her, and she fell flat on her face.
The jigging came to a crashing halt. And a wail went up like an air raid siren in the London Blitz.
I am sure it hurt a little bit, but I think that being tired made things much worse than they actually were. The tired, you will note, increases Teh Drama EXPONENTIALLY. So, there were huge tears and sobs. I don’t think she was in much pain, but she was PISSED. SOMEBODY made her fall down. She decided that somebody was ME.
I had grabbed That Baby and pulled her close to comfort her and kiss away any boo-boos. But there would be no cuddling for comfort. OH NO. I had MADE HER FALL DOWN AND INTERRUPTED HER DANCING WITH SAM. There was smacking and pushing and yelling.
I tried not to laugh. For this was VERY SERIOUS.
Finally, I sat her up on my knee. And then began the Advanced Dramatic Crying.
Now, this is a special Advanced program of Teh Emotions that Stinkerbelle has graduated to, as she is already adept at Basic Emotions. This involves scrunching up one’s face and going “WAAAAAAH”, while keeping one’s eyes open just enough to see if anyone is watching. Also, it comes in handy to convince those around you that you are In Pain Or Distress while simultaneously keeping an eye on Your Show.
Well, I was periodically snuggling her close to comfort her, and she could not see Her Wiggles. So, the Advanced Dramatic Crying was necessary. Of course.
The Advanced Dramatic Crying also comes in handy when:
- You are chatting with/trying to pet/terrorizing a kitty and the kitty leaves.
- Somebody is not paying you ENOUGH ATTENTION.
- You are sitting in Mommy’s lap and she PUTS YOU DOWN.
- You want to talk to Daddy on the phone and Mommy HANGS UP. (I know. The HORROR.)
- You fall down, height notwithstanding.
- You drop a toy and nobody rushes to pick it up.
- Somebody — brace yourselves, people — somebody TURNS OFF SESAME STREET.
I know. Hard stuff to read. But — and I know it SHOCKS you to read this, but — it happens in the course of That Baby’s day. It happens REGULARLY.
So you can see how Teh Emotions might be needed.
But remember, people, Emotions Are Good And Healthy.
Even though they make Mommy laugh.
Jun
2
I’ve been feeling in a bit of a funk recently.
Sometimes I find that things weigh on my mind, making it difficult to sleep, or affecting my mood, or making me feel weary or cranky or whatever. It happens. It’s a part of the ebb and flow of life.
But still, it’s challenging.
It’s been rainy and cold for a few days, and that’s a big part of it. I hadn’t realized how important our daily walks had become until Stinkerbelle and I were a bit housebound and couldn’t get out and get some fresh air, exercise and sunshine. We are both kind of crabby and tired, so to see the sun this morning was really nice. We’re getting out for a walk this afternoon, and I don’t care where we go. We’re just packing up the water bottles and the sunscreen and hitting the sidewalks, man. I need the exercise, and we both need a change of scenery.
But to be completely honest, we haven’t been totally housebound these last few days, now that we mortgaged a cat for the money and managed to get my car repaired. Now, I know people think I was a bit silly waiting since January to get my car fixed. But EEK. New brake lines and fuel lines and a tune up and a few other odds and ends ran us over $1500, and that’s money we just didn’t have on one income. (Not to mention, it’s almost what a 12-year old car is WORTH, for the love of crap.) So now we have freedom, and we are able to drive wherever we want… but we also have more debt. And when you have very little money at the end of the month anyway, what with bills and food and other expenses and debts, it is scary, not to mention a little frustrating, to see that much money go. So that’s been a bit of a niggling stressor at play, which makes for restless sleep at night and worry in the daytime.
And then there’s been a certain someone, who has had some minor issues. Suddenly, That Baby has FOUR TEETH. Holy hell. SO, that’s been fun. She has not complained hardly at all — the child is so good natured, she would not complain if her hair were on fire — but it has made for trouble sleeping, and that makes for a tired and slightly peevish baby in the daytimes, not to mention a tired and slightly peevish Mom and Dad. But also, the teething has changed her diet, which has made her constipated, which is no fun for anyone. So, although she is mostly cheerful and content, it’s still something that, as a parent, you worry about. “Is she drinking enough?” “Do we have any prunes?” “Come on baby, POOP FOR DADDY!!”
So THAT makes for weird days.
And then there is our elderly little cat. Opus had pancreatitis a few years back, and in cats, it is something that quite often just waxes and wanes for the rest of their lives. Sometimes there will be days when she is feeling poorly and in some discomfort, and yesterday was one of those days. She barfed, Exorcist-style, all over the playroom floor yesterday. I mean she booted in SPECTACULAR fashion. And that means that Stinkerbelle and I have had to relocate while the barfy carpet dries and I spray OxyClean stain remover everywhere and then clean up the mess. Now, that’s a pain in and of itself, because we have our daily routine and this has just made it go all pear-shaped. But now, I am worried about our kitty as well. It may just be that there’s a day or two of this and then she’s back to her old self. Or, it may not. I hate the thought that she’s feeling ill, and I hate that there is nothing I can do for her. But weighing on the back of my mind is not only the prospect that if she continues to feel poorly, we will have to take her to the vet and we really, truly can’t afford a lot of care for her. And weighing further still is the prospect that one of these days, our old girl is going to fall sick and will just be too old to recover. So that’s been a downer. Mind you, she’s been defying the odds, health-wise, since the age of 7 weeks, so I am not too concerned. A little maybe. Nobody every wants to say goodbye to their best pet friend.
So all these things have combined to make me feel a bit in a funk of late. I am tired and weary and peevish.
And also, you will note, not really good about the blogging every day.
Life happens.
