Thinking outloud in the fog

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. 


I cleaned up the back porch a little. I put down the recycled rubber stepping stones near the bird feeder. The grill is out  of propane so I packed it up for the winter. 

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. 

New site design exhaustion

Well, doggies, I am exhausted! Brain tired and worn down. I’ve been working on some web site updates and I am running out of creative steam.

I love doing this stuff, but I lose track of time. Before long it is very late and I am very tired. So, enjoy this picture of my cat, Abey.

Abey

Meet Jack. He Is A Good Boy

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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.

Mixed Topic Post

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.

(sigh)

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. 🙂

Gracie – A little levity

Just want to share this photo.

Snoozing on Tuesday afternoon.

Snoozing on Tuesday afternoon.

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.

Gracie – Day 4

Today was sort of uneventful. The morning started as the last two have. I tried to feed the cats first, but they were skittish. Cindy is especially nervous, even yet. It seems Abey and Spot have accepted Gracie. Abey is still a bit cautious. Spot has pretty much moved on to treating Gracie like she does everything else. She will hiss if Gracie gets too close while Spot is at the food dish.

After breakfast we walked. I took the same route I have since Tuesday. I’m a bit hesitant to go far since its pitch black dark out at that time. There are a couple dogs that aren’t confined to yards that appear willing to bite or start a fight with Gracie. A split second after I saw the movement, Gracie zoned in on the rabbit. She lunged and almost jerked me over.

I left for the Tech Center at my normal time. I made no big to-do over it, just walked out the door. I came back at noon. The only evidence of Gracie being into anything was the disheveled state of the couch. Nothing chewed, nothing tipped over. Only the pillows scattered and blankets messed up to prove she was impish.

She had a veterinarian appointment this afternoon to replace the micro-chip that came out earlier in the week. She weighs 48 pounds now. The first record of her weight in the file was 39 on September 9. I think she needs another 5 to be at her best weight. The vet also gave us some flea medication. Appears the cats didn’t mind sharing those.

Mom and Ralphie went with us. Ralphie needed his toenails trimmed and to get some medication for his scratching. Looks like he’s got a food allergy. The vet told Mom they must stop giving him table scraps. That is a big part of his allergy issues. She wants him on grain-free food.

Gracie came home and slept most of the afternoon away. She barked a little at Wayne when he first came in. I think it was because she was asleep. After dinner we walked around town again, stopping to say hello to Tori and Damian, and drop off some dog food to Mom.

By 7:30 p. Gracie was pacing between her room and where I was in the living room. I followed her down the hall, sat down at my PC and started writing. Gracie went straight in her kennel and started snoring.

I’m not sure if dogs really grasp time. Does Gracie realize she has only been here a few days? Does she think she will go back to Jessica’s? I remember Cesar Milan saying dogs “live in the moment.” But, you know they have memories. They memorize commands, and seem to remember people they haven’t seen in ages. Wonder how long before she accepts this as her real home, and us as her family?

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