If you grew up in the East Coast in the 60’s, you know that Fluffernutter is a term used for a peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich.A friend of mine nicknames Zush that when she was a little pup.
We went to Pet Smart today and Zush had gotten her Furminator service done: it gets a good percentage of her winter coat off without leaving her subject to a sunburn. She also got her nails trimmed and her teeth brushed. She is nice and fluffy.
Below is a picture of her post-trim, which is photobombed by her sister Kasia. She loves her Fluffernutter!
There is something to be said for being alone with your self.I mean, not really totally alone, as the fur girls are with me.
It is a beautiful late spring late afternoon turning into twilight,and the air is getting a wee bit cooler, which makes it more pleasant.The screen is open to the back door,keeping the state bug of Wisconsin( tip o’the hat to Terry Quade) AND New Jersey out.The quiet just envelopes your mind and for all the years that you hear people say, put your mind at rest, and you think, this is what they mean.
We just got back in from our post dinner walk and might go out for one more in an hour, but for now, quiet rules the realm. No tv or anything. They’ll be enough later on.And, after all, tomorrow is a work day.
Peace is wonderful!
If you have been a reader of this blog for a while, you know I have two fur girls, both golden retriever mixes.
Between walking them and the bakery job, I probably have managed to pinch a nerve in my neck. Bad enough being in the get up to use the bathroom years,now,in addition to that, I am shaking my arms down to get circulation back in there.
I need this?
A friend of mine who is a licensed practical nurse advised me to take some anti-inflammatory medicine and to ice my neck down.I am so desperate I am going to give it a shot.
Whoever said ” Old age is not for sissies.”, well, they KNEW what they are talking about.
It’s been three days of heaven.
I had off since Monday, even though I am retired, but the bakery job puts me back in the loop, so I just appreciate the fact of doing what I can with the girls and Jim, hanging around the house, and just appreciate life.
Party is over tomorrow.The bakery waits for me so I have to get up in the morning and get the girls up and going, and then get myself ready for work.I have to figure out something easy for dinner, so, in a sense,it’s like I never stopped working.
The joke is where we have moved to, well, let’s just say I’m one of the youngest people here, full-time wise.
A good percentage of the residents come down for the summer, or part of it. A neighbor of our that we would have lived immediately next to, if we bought the first house, lives in Collegeville. He has been coming down here for ten years or so. He is married and has two adopted and one biological tumor.His age is somewhere between mine(55) and Jim’s(60).
He came down here over the weekend with one of our neighbors and his family.
He wants to die here at his house here.
He has a mid-brain tumor.
For those of you who know me personally, or have been reading the blog for a while, you’ll recall I lost my niece, Alexandra, to a mid-brain tumor.She died at 18.
What flashbacks this has brought back to me, my neighbor’s illness.A brain tumor is definitely NOT how you want to go out. It is a fight, a hard fight.
My neighbor and I were walking past his house and one of the neighbors came out and said he isn’t expected to last the night: hospice is there with them.
We mourn the man, but rejoice that his suffering will be done. I am happy he actually hung in through the car ride to get down here, but I know this was his final wish.
Kiss or hug someone you know after you read this. Do it for me.
Life is too damn short.
Ah, the joys of relocation.
This time last year I was lamenting the fact that we had to get up tomorrow morning at 2am and make sure we were packed up to head back to the city. To add insult to injury, after we would unpack the car and walk the girls, we’d have, maybe, a half hour to lay down before I’d have to leave for work.
How times have changed.
I am watching folks in the neighbor hood throw their trash away in their cans, close their windows, pack their cars and kids up and head up Delsea Drive or the Garden State Parkway. It’s a step backward into the area I have come to love during the weekday, the area called QUIET.
Sure, It doesn’t hurt that I have two days off until I have to go back to the bakery, but, hey, it’s the first official weekend holiday of summer. I am not going to bed at 9:30. I am having an adult beverage.I can sleep in tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the legal celebration of Memorial Day in the United States.
I had a grandfather that served in World War I and my dad served in World War II.I know they were proud to serve and I was blessed they made it home ok.I know many people who went and served, and either came back physically or mentally injured, or didn’t make it home at all. Some in the armed service were Prisoners of War.
For those who served and or are serving, thank you for your service. For the families that support a family member in the service, God bless you and thank you. For those who gave all, I can only offer my thanks in prayer for you.
God bless America!