Sunday at home

We were taking advantage of having a quiet Sunday at home .We got a lot of cleaning done, threw a lot of things away trying to straighten the place up.

Kasia has a new leash so she is out with Zush and Jim. What a difference a non choking leash makes.

Hate that it’s Sunday night. I can only hope we make it down for, probably, the last time before it gets knocked down.

It’s going to be a long summer.

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Saturday wedding… Part Deux

So here we are at the beautiful reception. The food is abundant, drinks overflowing…

Oh.. What’s that you say? I can’t hear you. ** Disclaimer- Jim and I married in our 40’s **. This band is good and loud. Pardon me if I embrace my middle age cloak of snarling, but, you can dance to music that is low enough to have a conversation with the person at the table next to you. I probably will have trouble hearing for a day or two.

Thank God we don’t hear music this loud all the time…,I am sure if I was in the bridal party I’d love it- but that was 20 years ago…

** whew**

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Saturday wedding

We are going to Jim’s nephew’s wedding today.

The showers have stopped, the heat has set in- it must be a June wedding.
Hopefully the bride and groom will have a wonderful day and wonderful life.

Now, if the fur girls make out ok today, well, which I pray they will be, I’ll have a good day!

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Friday five

This is a Friday five with a twist: we are, unfortunately, stuck in the city this weekend due to Jim’s nephew getting married. Forgive me, dear reader, if I sound a little caged in.

The furgiirls are resting in the air conditioning. Tomorrow we will go to the wedding, come back to get them out, then go to the reception … I shudder to think what’ll happens if it rains.

I am working the 9-5 shift today. I am thankful to still be employed, even if the drama is a little excessive as it is most of the time.

There is no God** tongue in cheek**- my husband is down to 160 lbs. due to our move.**green with envy**. Amazing how stress handles certain folks in certain ways.

I hate heat. I feel like my Zush girl with her heavy coat. The rain can’t happen often enough to cool things off .

On the flip side, I get to take the train in and stop at Reading Terminal market. Almost makes working a Friday ok.

Have a good weekend!

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Feeling the heat

I am worried about my girl, Zush.

Zush is twelve years old and I am afraid that her age is catching up to her in this heat. Hell, the heat is catching up with me, too.

We have had the air-conditioning on full steam, and I just tried to see if she wanted to go out. It’s like she is glued to the carpet.

Keep a good thought for my girl: she’s my baby.

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Daddy’s flowers

Since I was a kid, my father always played with flowers. It was an accomplishment he was proud of.

I remember the back yard of Mitchell Street, where the yard wasn’t large but Dad had a “l” shaped garden. There were some lily of the valley , assorted roses, and various colors of mums. He tried to keep a rosebush blooming that he pulled from his parent’s house. I think it finally died of black spot-the nemesis of a rose bush. My dad would plant snapdragons too, as they were Mom’s favorite. In fact, my bridal bouquets was mums, roses and snapdragons to honor then both.

Well, Jim isn’t fond of scent, but that will not deter me. I will plant again …

….soil is in my blood !

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