Didn't get too much done yesterday but at least the kitchen eating area is cleared out and looks like somebody could actually sit down and eat there. Of course, Major has found out that we're in here and made a BIG hole in the window screen trying to get us to pay attention. Yet one more thing that will have to be replaced! UNHHHHH....
Today it's the master bedroom that will get my somewhat undivided attention. Then maybe I'll feel like this past week was successful in edging my way to Colorado.
Yesterday afternoon provided a bit of Mother Nature's excitement. There's a very industrious wren who has built a nest in one of the geranium hanging baskets at the east end of the porch. Joseph went out to water the garden, and in the process with his hose at full tilt, scooted two biddies out of their nest into the front yard. He came in a rush to declare that "a woman's gentle hand" was needed in the front yard, so out I went. Two ALMOST full grown new wrens were screeching in the grass, scared silly, with their mother also screeching in the fig tree. I got some paper towels immediately and went out to chase the first and then the second, hoping that the paper towels would keep my scent away from these creatures so their mother wouldn't abandon them. Meantime Major had made his way over the five foot back yard gate to participate in the excitement. Unfortunately Joseph had a devil of a time holding Major back and at one point one of the biddies disappeared in Major's HUGE mouth. We got him to give it up and the little feathered thing appeared to be still alive but in shock. I put it back in the nest and went after the second one. We had a better time rescuing that one with Major firmly planted in his crate on the back porch. Having left the front watering for a later time to give these birds a chance to calm down, I went back out two hours later to find the two young ones crowded up in what was once their original hole, peeping and looking at me as if to ask why they didn't fit in this darned thing anymore. I truly believe it was time for them to fly the coop, and sure enough upon checking this morning, they were gone. Georgia was sent out on a recognizance mission and came back empty-mouthed, so I assume that the two fledglings are now learning what it's like to be grown up. It was a time for reflection about what goes on around here that isn't so self-centered as to only pay attention to fixing up the house. Those cuties were part of a world which goes on no matter what and I'm glad to have had a moment's part of it. Cheep, cheep cheep, flutter and away.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Crystal Was Robbed!
Okay, it's over and I give in....Crystal Bowersox lost to Lee DeWyze last night on A/I. I suspected something like this would happen. Never did say Lee wasn't good, but NOBODY was as good as Crystal and she'll come to the top in the long run as a talented, beautiful and interesting singer with a long, successful career. Same may happen to Lee, but he will eventually fade into the background as Crystal makes her sustained way to the top over the long haul.
Am in the middle of an quiet uproar here and have to make my way thru a maze of furniture, drawers, books, etc. Jack has been ill with an inner ear problem, Joseph with his back bothering him a great deal and me not knowing how to solve all this mess by myself. It will eventually settle down, but at the moment, it's driving me NUTS. I had been making good progress for the first three days of this week, but am now at a standstill. Presently struggling not to lose the energy in these doldrums.
Time to pay bills....rob a bank....stick up a fast food franchise....what???
The garden in front shows signs of producing some cukes and tomatoes, so that's good news. The weather has cooperated and now if I can find a team to help, we can complete the protecting of the decks with waterproof stain. Have decided to use something brown/taupe to match the other porch parts of this wreck of a home, and maybe it will look like someone cares.
Today the enormity of it all feels like it's catching up to me. But I slog on in an effort to wake up one day with the Rocky Mountains in sight.
BRIGHT SPOT: Got the most WONDERFUL message from Magnificent Max yesterday: "Hi, GeeGee, It's me, Max. Just wanted you to know that I got two RBI's and made a home run at baseball today!" Spoke with his mom and she told me he had been VERY discouraged b/c he wasn't doing as well as the others on his team. Her advice was to remind him that he was three weeks behind b/c of his operation, and he should try hard, concentrate, and be patient with himself....whereupon he stepped up to the plate and knocked one out of the park! This child is phenomenal if in no other way than his kindness and sweetness and smarts for someone of less than nine years. He has a terrific swing with that bat and when it all comes together, I hope he'll become even more excited about "America's game."
Does anyone else realize just how much of a realist and straight-forward reporter Rachael Maddow is??? I have followed her for a few years now, realizing her agenda is admittedly skewed to the Left, but always delighted with her sense of humor and her ability to get to the core of matters with sound, strong research. The recent take on the "deja vu" of the BP oil spill (compared with a similar spill in '79) is a singular best example of her talents. She is an intelligent, caring reporter with impressive educational background. I admire someone who can be so good at what she does, and look forward to listening to her each night to get a clear overview of what's happened during the day.
Back to the awaiting projectS ... maybe I'll just crawl back in bed and try to ignore what needs doing ... probably not productive, but it fits my mood ... I WILL NOT GIVE IN or will I?????
Amusing or at least mildly humorous aside: Yesterday was a regular doc's visit for the usual blood draw and to see how I'm coming along. After a concentrated conversation about all the damned (MAKE THAT DAMNED) meds I've tried to get the cholesterol (bad) levels down to what appear to be acceptable, she declared that if I'm not willing to try any more (after ten, what's left???), there's not much point in determining what my levels are anyway. Okay, I told her I wasn't interested in finding a cure that's turned out to be worse than the disease....a disease that is defined by someone else's numbers, btw. I don't have diabetes, haven't had heart trouble and still don't, don't have high blood pressure and none of the other tags that make high cholesterol a siren call for something like Crestor.....well, WHY TAKE ANYTHING, for heaven's sake???? My lineage is long-lived and nobody took THEIR numbers while they ate what they wanted and lived well into their nineties....and statistics show that women over 60 with high cholesterol levels live longer with fewer heart attacks than women with LOW cholesterol levels in that age bracket. No medical docs in general want to acknowledge those statistics. BUT after having spent days, even years, in muscle weakness and pain (and STILL am not back to the normal levels I sustained before taking a statin), I won't take another one, PERIOD. Even now it appears that the ads for these things are acknowledging that a statin is important if one has already had a heart problem. But I fervently hope that the idea of putting statins in the drinking water has finally been dropped....what a horror that would have been. High cholesterol numbers have more to do with inflammatory problems than they do with the numbers themselves.
Okay, off the soap box and on to soaping in the shower to try to get the energy level back. Ciao.
Am in the middle of an quiet uproar here and have to make my way thru a maze of furniture, drawers, books, etc. Jack has been ill with an inner ear problem, Joseph with his back bothering him a great deal and me not knowing how to solve all this mess by myself. It will eventually settle down, but at the moment, it's driving me NUTS. I had been making good progress for the first three days of this week, but am now at a standstill. Presently struggling not to lose the energy in these doldrums.
Time to pay bills....rob a bank....stick up a fast food franchise....what???
The garden in front shows signs of producing some cukes and tomatoes, so that's good news. The weather has cooperated and now if I can find a team to help, we can complete the protecting of the decks with waterproof stain. Have decided to use something brown/taupe to match the other porch parts of this wreck of a home, and maybe it will look like someone cares.
Today the enormity of it all feels like it's catching up to me. But I slog on in an effort to wake up one day with the Rocky Mountains in sight.
BRIGHT SPOT: Got the most WONDERFUL message from Magnificent Max yesterday: "Hi, GeeGee, It's me, Max. Just wanted you to know that I got two RBI's and made a home run at baseball today!" Spoke with his mom and she told me he had been VERY discouraged b/c he wasn't doing as well as the others on his team. Her advice was to remind him that he was three weeks behind b/c of his operation, and he should try hard, concentrate, and be patient with himself....whereupon he stepped up to the plate and knocked one out of the park! This child is phenomenal if in no other way than his kindness and sweetness and smarts for someone of less than nine years. He has a terrific swing with that bat and when it all comes together, I hope he'll become even more excited about "America's game."
Does anyone else realize just how much of a realist and straight-forward reporter Rachael Maddow is??? I have followed her for a few years now, realizing her agenda is admittedly skewed to the Left, but always delighted with her sense of humor and her ability to get to the core of matters with sound, strong research. The recent take on the "deja vu" of the BP oil spill (compared with a similar spill in '79) is a singular best example of her talents. She is an intelligent, caring reporter with impressive educational background. I admire someone who can be so good at what she does, and look forward to listening to her each night to get a clear overview of what's happened during the day.
Back to the awaiting projectS ... maybe I'll just crawl back in bed and try to ignore what needs doing ... probably not productive, but it fits my mood ... I WILL NOT GIVE IN or will I?????
Amusing or at least mildly humorous aside: Yesterday was a regular doc's visit for the usual blood draw and to see how I'm coming along. After a concentrated conversation about all the damned (MAKE THAT DAMNED) meds I've tried to get the cholesterol (bad) levels down to what appear to be acceptable, she declared that if I'm not willing to try any more (after ten, what's left???), there's not much point in determining what my levels are anyway. Okay, I told her I wasn't interested in finding a cure that's turned out to be worse than the disease....a disease that is defined by someone else's numbers, btw. I don't have diabetes, haven't had heart trouble and still don't, don't have high blood pressure and none of the other tags that make high cholesterol a siren call for something like Crestor.....well, WHY TAKE ANYTHING, for heaven's sake???? My lineage is long-lived and nobody took THEIR numbers while they ate what they wanted and lived well into their nineties....and statistics show that women over 60 with high cholesterol levels live longer with fewer heart attacks than women with LOW cholesterol levels in that age bracket. No medical docs in general want to acknowledge those statistics. BUT after having spent days, even years, in muscle weakness and pain (and STILL am not back to the normal levels I sustained before taking a statin), I won't take another one, PERIOD. Even now it appears that the ads for these things are acknowledging that a statin is important if one has already had a heart problem. But I fervently hope that the idea of putting statins in the drinking water has finally been dropped....what a horror that would have been. High cholesterol numbers have more to do with inflammatory problems than they do with the numbers themselves.
Okay, off the soap box and on to soaping in the shower to try to get the energy level back. Ciao.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
UNHHHHH....This Is No Fun, But Progress Emerges
Don't remember if I mentioned this before, but when I got back from Denver in January, I lost the initial enthusiasm for getting this place ready to show in case some weirdo decides it's worth buying. Must have been the cold, but I was overcome by all the things that needed attention and fell into a blue funk and didn't do ANYTHING much. THIS TIME I'm attempting valiantly to maintain my energy and get something done. I know the best approach is "ONE DAY AT A TIME" but before it seemed like a thousand days weren't enough for this huge project. This time I plunged into a little area and have worked my way into a larger one with some progress gradually emerging.
The breakfast room hasn't been my favorite, especially since one of the cats decided to use the breakfast room carpet for a liquid litterbox. There are already THREE litter boxes for THREE cats in this place, but it's unmistakeable that one of them (or maybe more) has decided that the carpet is preferred. When I came back last Thursday evening, walking into the back door made me actually nauseated from the odor. Jack and Joseph had steam cleaned, but it still smelled to high heaven. I've lived here for over ten years and until these past few months, the entire place hasn't smelled AT ALL. Now it reeked. SO out has come the carpeting and IN has come the same flooring that was newly placed in the kitchen a few months ago. It has greatly improved the look of the place--not to mention a delightful absense of smell.
I am also working to eliminate some superfluous stuff that will go to Craig's list for furniture sales as soon as I figure out HOW to do that. I'm getting RID OF ALL THE EXTRA that has accumulated here in ten years. Simplifying and down-sizing, hoping to gain back some of the moolah that I spent on it when I first got here and was going to all those antique sales. Before 9/11, there was a place here which supplied interior decorators and would let plebians in once a month to see what they had imported by carload. (No longer possible b/c of stringent regs to deter terrorist importing bad stuff....the place has closed due to that occurrence.) It was a LOT of fun to go and walk around and decide if I could use some of the things they had brought in, especially since it was mostly solid wood furniture and affordable compared with the junk found at places like WallyWorld and Big Lots and even Ikea. SO I have about twelve pieces of solid wood furniture -- really nice antique-type stuff that will not be making the trip West whenever I EVER get going. Hope to be able to flog it via Craig's List, after having taken measurements and photos of it all. I've been told over and over that this place needs to be cleared out and made to look spacious, so I'M TRYING....it's HARD! On the other hand, it's really good for me to cut down on all the baggage....most of which is just taking up space and much less is never even thought about.
Still not sure of Garbo's pregnancy....hope fervently that the breeding took, for I could not only use a black bitch but the money from pups, especially since it's cost plenty to even get the breeding done in the first place. Her vulva still looks swollen (good sign) and she seems to be pouching out a bit. Has only been four weeks, so it's too early to tell.
Later will watch the last of this year's AMERICAN IDOL contestant night. Am SO impressed with Crystal Bowersox, and have to confess an equal like for Lee DeWyse, so it really won't make a difference who gets it, both deserve it IMHO. I enjoy this program even though it's pretty silly of me at this age. After this one's over, there's SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE, a program I also enjoy. My overall favorite is TOP CHEF, but it's off for the season right now. Second by a hair is PROJECT RUNWAY. To me these four reality shows are a LOT more entertaining and interesting than the trumped up ones that don't have a creative bent.
There's the phone....off to see what somebody wants now. Maybe a prospective pup buyer??? Have had quite a bit of interest in this Garbo/Monkey litter in spite of not being out there flogging it. The combination of pedigrees ought to be spectacular. Ciao for now, P
The breakfast room hasn't been my favorite, especially since one of the cats decided to use the breakfast room carpet for a liquid litterbox. There are already THREE litter boxes for THREE cats in this place, but it's unmistakeable that one of them (or maybe more) has decided that the carpet is preferred. When I came back last Thursday evening, walking into the back door made me actually nauseated from the odor. Jack and Joseph had steam cleaned, but it still smelled to high heaven. I've lived here for over ten years and until these past few months, the entire place hasn't smelled AT ALL. Now it reeked. SO out has come the carpeting and IN has come the same flooring that was newly placed in the kitchen a few months ago. It has greatly improved the look of the place--not to mention a delightful absense of smell.
I am also working to eliminate some superfluous stuff that will go to Craig's list for furniture sales as soon as I figure out HOW to do that. I'm getting RID OF ALL THE EXTRA that has accumulated here in ten years. Simplifying and down-sizing, hoping to gain back some of the moolah that I spent on it when I first got here and was going to all those antique sales. Before 9/11, there was a place here which supplied interior decorators and would let plebians in once a month to see what they had imported by carload. (No longer possible b/c of stringent regs to deter terrorist importing bad stuff....the place has closed due to that occurrence.) It was a LOT of fun to go and walk around and decide if I could use some of the things they had brought in, especially since it was mostly solid wood furniture and affordable compared with the junk found at places like WallyWorld and Big Lots and even Ikea. SO I have about twelve pieces of solid wood furniture -- really nice antique-type stuff that will not be making the trip West whenever I EVER get going. Hope to be able to flog it via Craig's List, after having taken measurements and photos of it all. I've been told over and over that this place needs to be cleared out and made to look spacious, so I'M TRYING....it's HARD! On the other hand, it's really good for me to cut down on all the baggage....most of which is just taking up space and much less is never even thought about.
Still not sure of Garbo's pregnancy....hope fervently that the breeding took, for I could not only use a black bitch but the money from pups, especially since it's cost plenty to even get the breeding done in the first place. Her vulva still looks swollen (good sign) and she seems to be pouching out a bit. Has only been four weeks, so it's too early to tell.
Later will watch the last of this year's AMERICAN IDOL contestant night. Am SO impressed with Crystal Bowersox, and have to confess an equal like for Lee DeWyse, so it really won't make a difference who gets it, both deserve it IMHO. I enjoy this program even though it's pretty silly of me at this age. After this one's over, there's SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE, a program I also enjoy. My overall favorite is TOP CHEF, but it's off for the season right now. Second by a hair is PROJECT RUNWAY. To me these four reality shows are a LOT more entertaining and interesting than the trumped up ones that don't have a creative bent.
There's the phone....off to see what somebody wants now. Maybe a prospective pup buyer??? Have had quite a bit of interest in this Garbo/Monkey litter in spite of not being out there flogging it. The combination of pedigrees ought to be spectacular. Ciao for now, P
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Back to the Grind
Well, Colorado is past. The Shakespeare Festival was a blast--defies verbal description, but suffice it to say that Reese and Max participated and we had a wonderful day out in the Mile High dry air. Reese looked amazing in her costume and had many compliments on it. Seems most actors rented their attire, but Reese has a spectacular one that she actually takes home! Max was dressed in a rental black suit for his part in the sonnets. So cute!
Here's a typical Max experience: we parked in a high-rise next to the big center, walked to the elevator to descend to the Shakespeare site, only to find out that we had to go another way. A very kind man (father of one of Reese's classmates) helped us turn around and go back up a couple of steps to the elevator again. Just as we turned around, about six cups of ROCKS fell out of the jacket we were taking for Max! So typical....he LOVES ROCKS and can't understand why he can't collect them from any and all sources, including gardens and sidewalks. His other grandmother declared she had washed an equal amount in his school pants the other day. Granted, they were lovely, but ROCKS??? Lolly was so embarassed that she apologized to the father/helper over and over, while I just guffawed and chuckled all day.
After this esteemed activity (20th year of the celebration and largest of its kind in the USA), we settled into the daily activities of school, baseball practice/game; homework, reading; sleeping; get up and go to the next. Lolly had a business trip out of town for a couple of days, so I became the major leader, and we had a great time making sure that all our assigned tasks were accomplished.
The weather cooperated, but I don't know who could have packed my suitcase, for whatever ended up there in the pink plastic English thing wasn't appropriate for the weather in May. It was cool--we even got some snow which disappeared within hours....I must have thought I was going in August....ended up having to buy a windbreaker and wear the same warmer stuff over and over. Anyway, we got to see Aunt Leslie and some of Lolly's dear friends and we ate like kings b/c Lolly is such a wonderful cook.
I forced them into letting me watch American Idol and was relieved to find that Crystal B. and Lee DeW. made it to the finals. I liked Leslie from Texas, but have felt all along that the final two are really the cream of this year's crop. I asked Joseph to vote for Crystal here in Atlanta since I didn't have access to a land line on Monday night. Lo and behold, the dear fellow called 275 times in her behalf! Guess she can thank us for the support when she finally wins, huh?
While I was in CO, Joyce Woods called to report the birth of nine pups out of Dancer. Unfortunately, one of the two girls didn't make it, but the pix of the group really look promising. We did it to see if we could get a different set of genes to add to the fox red lines, and in this group there appear to be at least five dark ones to choose from. Additionally, Joyce's other bitch came out with six (3 and 3) and a few of them are dark as well. So we are looking forward to having two little gremlins (one boy and one girl) around here in about six weeks. Then, of course, we hope that there will be a few more a la Garbo and Monkey around June 30. Sure would be fun to have some little pups to watch and wonder over again. I'm definitely in puppy withdrawal at the moment for all sorts of reasons.
Georgia was hilarious when she first greeted me Thursday night. Jack and Joseph had reported that she went into a blue funk the day after I left. She seemed sad and lonely for part of the time, they said because I was gone. So as I got out of the car on Thurs, Joseph had let her out of the kitchen door. She was unaware that I was there. She trotted out to the yard as if to do her business, but she heard noises in the garage, so turned to see what it was. The light in her eyes was SO funny! She flopped her ears back and crept up to me as if I were a mirage. Then all H broke loose, as well as a LOT of sniffing, just to make sure it was REAL and WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN????? She velcroed herself to me from that moment on, slept tucked in my elbow all night, and hasn't let me out of her sight since. She's such a dear and so "readable" that it's almost uncanny. And so funny looking. We say she bumped her muzzle into a wall and the muzzle forgot to pop back out. We continue to call her the Administrator and Director of Everything b/c it fits so well.
Anyway, plans are in the works for flying to Pittsburgh to judge their Specialty in late June. Also have my ticket for Utah in July/Aug. Plan to have the house ready for perusal and maybe sale by the time I leave for Utah.
Don't know if Garbo is PG or not. She maybe looks it, but it's really too early to tell. I'm so poor, I don't have the funds to do an ultrasound so we wait to see. Major is still around. He spent the last two weeks with the Cannon's but they are now on vacation and he's back. He is such a sweety, but we can't keep him. I pray for somebody who would do him justice to show up. Maybe.....
Actually the Shakespeare Festival (or maybe the air plane ride?) probably was the scene of the down side of the Denver visit, for within ten days of landing, I came down with something that I've not had before and hope never to have again in this lifetime: Strep Throat! After four days of suffering and no response to OTC meds, I ended up in a doc-in-the-box with a prescription for Penicillin. The second Sunday of this two week + visit was one of the worst in my entire life...headache, sore throat and out of it. I was beginning to wonder if this was like it is to begin to die. But within six hours of having the very first Penicillin on Monday, the world became more bearable and good health appeared on the horizon. I'm fine now, but won't repeat that experience again if I can help it!
Home on Thursday evening on a smooth and uneventful Frontier flight. Friday resumed the attempt to prepare this place for a move. I can't stand it here any longer. If all else fails, I'll just GIVE this place to somebody and head West and sit on a street corner and beg. Having been out there with my darling daughter and beloved grandchildren, I realize even more how much I miss them and don't want to waste any more time being isolated here. Last time I returned from there I lost my enthusiasm for working on a move b/c it seemed so impossible to get anything accomplished. Now I am determined not to let the enthusiasm wane, and am dedicated to doing a major deed every day toward that goal. We'll see.....wish me luck!
Here's a typical Max experience: we parked in a high-rise next to the big center, walked to the elevator to descend to the Shakespeare site, only to find out that we had to go another way. A very kind man (father of one of Reese's classmates) helped us turn around and go back up a couple of steps to the elevator again. Just as we turned around, about six cups of ROCKS fell out of the jacket we were taking for Max! So typical....he LOVES ROCKS and can't understand why he can't collect them from any and all sources, including gardens and sidewalks. His other grandmother declared she had washed an equal amount in his school pants the other day. Granted, they were lovely, but ROCKS??? Lolly was so embarassed that she apologized to the father/helper over and over, while I just guffawed and chuckled all day.
After this esteemed activity (20th year of the celebration and largest of its kind in the USA), we settled into the daily activities of school, baseball practice/game; homework, reading; sleeping; get up and go to the next. Lolly had a business trip out of town for a couple of days, so I became the major leader, and we had a great time making sure that all our assigned tasks were accomplished.
The weather cooperated, but I don't know who could have packed my suitcase, for whatever ended up there in the pink plastic English thing wasn't appropriate for the weather in May. It was cool--we even got some snow which disappeared within hours....I must have thought I was going in August....ended up having to buy a windbreaker and wear the same warmer stuff over and over. Anyway, we got to see Aunt Leslie and some of Lolly's dear friends and we ate like kings b/c Lolly is such a wonderful cook.
I forced them into letting me watch American Idol and was relieved to find that Crystal B. and Lee DeW. made it to the finals. I liked Leslie from Texas, but have felt all along that the final two are really the cream of this year's crop. I asked Joseph to vote for Crystal here in Atlanta since I didn't have access to a land line on Monday night. Lo and behold, the dear fellow called 275 times in her behalf! Guess she can thank us for the support when she finally wins, huh?
While I was in CO, Joyce Woods called to report the birth of nine pups out of Dancer. Unfortunately, one of the two girls didn't make it, but the pix of the group really look promising. We did it to see if we could get a different set of genes to add to the fox red lines, and in this group there appear to be at least five dark ones to choose from. Additionally, Joyce's other bitch came out with six (3 and 3) and a few of them are dark as well. So we are looking forward to having two little gremlins (one boy and one girl) around here in about six weeks. Then, of course, we hope that there will be a few more a la Garbo and Monkey around June 30. Sure would be fun to have some little pups to watch and wonder over again. I'm definitely in puppy withdrawal at the moment for all sorts of reasons.
Georgia was hilarious when she first greeted me Thursday night. Jack and Joseph had reported that she went into a blue funk the day after I left. She seemed sad and lonely for part of the time, they said because I was gone. So as I got out of the car on Thurs, Joseph had let her out of the kitchen door. She was unaware that I was there. She trotted out to the yard as if to do her business, but she heard noises in the garage, so turned to see what it was. The light in her eyes was SO funny! She flopped her ears back and crept up to me as if I were a mirage. Then all H broke loose, as well as a LOT of sniffing, just to make sure it was REAL and WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN????? She velcroed herself to me from that moment on, slept tucked in my elbow all night, and hasn't let me out of her sight since. She's such a dear and so "readable" that it's almost uncanny. And so funny looking. We say she bumped her muzzle into a wall and the muzzle forgot to pop back out. We continue to call her the Administrator and Director of Everything b/c it fits so well.
Anyway, plans are in the works for flying to Pittsburgh to judge their Specialty in late June. Also have my ticket for Utah in July/Aug. Plan to have the house ready for perusal and maybe sale by the time I leave for Utah.
Don't know if Garbo is PG or not. She maybe looks it, but it's really too early to tell. I'm so poor, I don't have the funds to do an ultrasound so we wait to see. Major is still around. He spent the last two weeks with the Cannon's but they are now on vacation and he's back. He is such a sweety, but we can't keep him. I pray for somebody who would do him justice to show up. Maybe.....
Actually the Shakespeare Festival (or maybe the air plane ride?) probably was the scene of the down side of the Denver visit, for within ten days of landing, I came down with something that I've not had before and hope never to have again in this lifetime: Strep Throat! After four days of suffering and no response to OTC meds, I ended up in a doc-in-the-box with a prescription for Penicillin. The second Sunday of this two week + visit was one of the worst in my entire life...headache, sore throat and out of it. I was beginning to wonder if this was like it is to begin to die. But within six hours of having the very first Penicillin on Monday, the world became more bearable and good health appeared on the horizon. I'm fine now, but won't repeat that experience again if I can help it!
Home on Thursday evening on a smooth and uneventful Frontier flight. Friday resumed the attempt to prepare this place for a move. I can't stand it here any longer. If all else fails, I'll just GIVE this place to somebody and head West and sit on a street corner and beg. Having been out there with my darling daughter and beloved grandchildren, I realize even more how much I miss them and don't want to waste any more time being isolated here. Last time I returned from there I lost my enthusiasm for working on a move b/c it seemed so impossible to get anything accomplished. Now I am determined not to let the enthusiasm wane, and am dedicated to doing a major deed every day toward that goal. We'll see.....wish me luck!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Denver Shakespeare Festival, Here Comes Reese
Okay, I'm packed and the costume is all but finished....lacking only hemming and fasteners when we can do a fitting tomorrow afternoon. Am presently trying to finish up this "hurry up and get ready" stuff that always seems to back up when I'm readying to go out of town.
This morning we retrieved the "rosebud-less" temporary visitor, Major, who was so excited and happy to see us that we were worried he would bust his stitches. We took him to stay with the Cannons while I'm gone so he would be safe and not be a burden to Joseph who will still be watching over Garbo and Georgia (in season). On Friday Garbo got an A/I and on Saturday Dr. Ana did a surgical implant with sperm from CH Fortune's Curious George ("Monkey). About sixty days from now we hope to be having blacks and yellows. I've been going thru puppy withdrawal and since the house selling is on hold for the time being, I can hardly wait to have some little ones to watch over. Of course, as always, there's a hitch in that I'm judging in Pittsburgh the weekend after these tykes are due, so who knows whether Garborella will decide to hold off and make it even more difficult, or whether she'll go early as she has done before. At any rate, I'm delighted to anticipate this litter.
On the other hand, Garbo's daughter out of the last litter is SO gorgeous and SO much fun that we are hoping that the next bunch might be at least as nice! Boogie's brother, Rhett, was supposed to have visited this last weekend or today, but unfortunately we couldn't work out a pleasing schedule, so I'll have to wait to see him until Ann and the crew return from the Cape for the summer....what a lovely anticipation THAT must be!
Anyway, it's been raining here like cats and dogs, but certainly NOTHING like Tennessee or the like. And we don't have any shore to worry about when it comes to oil spills. I keep wondering how those idiots who shouted "DRILL, BABY, DRILL" during the national election are reacting now. It would seem that the oil companies have been all too quick to develop "safe" ways to get the black stuff up from under the ocean, but they've been reluctant (that's being polite) to spend any dough making sure that when an accident like this happens, they can stop it before it becomes an historical, extreme disaster of the first order. How awful.....and how typical of companies who are already on the books for being in business for themselves and let the environment go to hell. A pox on 'em, in my book. Bring on the wind farms and the electric autos!!!!
Okay, off to finish latching the suitcases and try to get some sleep. Getting up at 4AM has never been one of my strong points. At least I've already checked in and have my boarding pass.
Bon chance and au revoire (or however one spells it)--shucks, I'll just stick with CHEERS, MsPatty
This morning we retrieved the "rosebud-less" temporary visitor, Major, who was so excited and happy to see us that we were worried he would bust his stitches. We took him to stay with the Cannons while I'm gone so he would be safe and not be a burden to Joseph who will still be watching over Garbo and Georgia (in season). On Friday Garbo got an A/I and on Saturday Dr. Ana did a surgical implant with sperm from CH Fortune's Curious George ("Monkey). About sixty days from now we hope to be having blacks and yellows. I've been going thru puppy withdrawal and since the house selling is on hold for the time being, I can hardly wait to have some little ones to watch over. Of course, as always, there's a hitch in that I'm judging in Pittsburgh the weekend after these tykes are due, so who knows whether Garborella will decide to hold off and make it even more difficult, or whether she'll go early as she has done before. At any rate, I'm delighted to anticipate this litter.
On the other hand, Garbo's daughter out of the last litter is SO gorgeous and SO much fun that we are hoping that the next bunch might be at least as nice! Boogie's brother, Rhett, was supposed to have visited this last weekend or today, but unfortunately we couldn't work out a pleasing schedule, so I'll have to wait to see him until Ann and the crew return from the Cape for the summer....what a lovely anticipation THAT must be!
Anyway, it's been raining here like cats and dogs, but certainly NOTHING like Tennessee or the like. And we don't have any shore to worry about when it comes to oil spills. I keep wondering how those idiots who shouted "DRILL, BABY, DRILL" during the national election are reacting now. It would seem that the oil companies have been all too quick to develop "safe" ways to get the black stuff up from under the ocean, but they've been reluctant (that's being polite) to spend any dough making sure that when an accident like this happens, they can stop it before it becomes an historical, extreme disaster of the first order. How awful.....and how typical of companies who are already on the books for being in business for themselves and let the environment go to hell. A pox on 'em, in my book. Bring on the wind farms and the electric autos!!!!
Okay, off to finish latching the suitcases and try to get some sleep. Getting up at 4AM has never been one of my strong points. At least I've already checked in and have my boarding pass.
Bon chance and au revoire (or however one spells it)--shucks, I'll just stick with CHEERS, MsPatty
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