Sometimes you just need to step back and take in the little things. Even the kitten is color-coded to the season.
Today is a difficult day. There is no one reason. The weather is great. The sun is shining, the air is warm with a light breeze.
I finally got my compost bin assembled. It was frustrating. There were no actual instructions. There were five pictures on the side of the box that gave an idea of what to do.
It was when I sat on the back porch the weirdness seeped in. The warm sun passed midday and flooded the chair. Little birds busied themselves at the feeder, ignoring me as I watched.
In the distance I could hear the squeals and laughter of elementary kids getting in one last day of outdoor recess. I miss that sound. It brings back memories of life when my sons were small.
Thinking of all the preps needed before Thanksgiving next week melancholy over comes me. This is the fourth year without Bryan, and the first without my mother.
So I sit.
A text message jerks my mind back to the present and I go inside. And as if a gift from my Boxer Jack, I find Attack Cat snuggled up on the dog pillow napping.
Shaking my head the smile on ny face announces my complete weakness where kittens are concerned. “I’ll put him out later,” I think.
Be honest, now. Aren’t you glad spring is finally here? Today is my first real day of yardwork in 2015. Continue Reading →
This is Jack. As you can tell he is a Boxer. I fostering Jack for Big Dogs Rescue.
Jack’s story is pretty infuriating. He lives with his precious family for 8 years. They bring home a little yippee dog, fuzzy, small, quick, and he sees it as prey. So, off Jack goes to a kill shelter.
As an intact (read: not neutered) adult male dog, Jack occasionally sought female company. He learned some pretty nifty tricks to gain freedom long enough for a visit. So, his first foster family didn’t work out.
His second foster family had to leave him in the garage while they went to work. Jack wasn’t crate trained. Being left alone upset him and he started tearing stuff up.
Since I work from home most days, I brought Jack to my home. He was neutered. We work on crate training almost every day. He can now rest up to five hours in a crate.
We walk up to two miles a trip several times a week. This keeps him calmer, and helps keep his weight in check. He does pretty well on leash. He is good with my niece’s two young kids, ages seven and four.
This good boy needs a forever home. Our place is too small for two Boxers and their stuff. If you would consider adopting Jack, contact Big Dogs Reacue.
Wow! It has been a long time since I posted anything. Not that I haven’t thought about it.
I’ve been extremely busy with canning vegetables and fruits, working with the dogs (I am now fostering a Boxer, plus my adopted Boxer.) and work. I had to put my cat Spot down.
I have an app on my phone to post updates. Every time I’ve tried to use it I get some error, so I quit in frustration.
Honestly, I think Twitter and Facebook have ruined me on blogging. I can jump online with them, read up on stuff, and share links with comments so quickly I have nothing left for the blog. That’s a shame. I’ve been blogging in some form since 2000.
My days are also very chopped up. In theory I have time to post. In practice I don’t. We’ll see what happens in the next couple weeks. I also need to rebuild this page. I thought I would like the theme, but the more I see it the more I don’t.
I’ve gotten so out of sync with my old routine I just can’t get back on track. I’m move involved with my church (Choir Director! WooooOOOOOoooo.) I’m reading my Bible more, going to our Bible Study each week, and doing a personal study series of workbooks. I’m singing more for the church, so I have to set aside more time to rehearse.
I’m taking care of the dogs, Gracie and Jack. Both are Boxers and they really demand attention. Not in a “sick dog” kind of way, but they just need attention. I walk through the house and they follow me. I get the mail and they stare out the door or window. I rattle my truck keys and they think they are going for a ride. I was walking them almost every day, but lately haven’t been able to.
I still run my business, Robin’s Desktop, but I slacked way back to take care of mom over the past three years. I’m on the fence about kicking it back up where it was. Mom’s health won’t improve, just stabilize. She is my priority.
I also have my upcycling business. It is still in the embryonic stage.
All this on top of my regular “housewife” duties. Wayne and I are a fairly traditional couple. He brings home the bacon, I fry it up in a pan.
I am tired. 🙂
Just want to share this photo.
Yesterday, Gracie and I basically loafed around. The cat woke me around 3 AM and I never got back to sleep. Bless her heart, Gracie didn’t whine to go walking, so I took full advantage and sat at the PC to work. She snoozed most of the morning.
After lunch, I tried to nap on the couch. That’s where this photo came from. Gracie slept well, I did not. We did play with the football in the back yard a good bit, so there was no evening walk either. This morning it was back to the current routine.
I’ve been bad. I haven’t updated you on Gracie. Well, today was one week since she came to live with us. I think this video says it all: