So we got up this morning and three of us got our collective 10 legs/paws on the floor. That’s always a good start.
Zush was feeling good enough during this mornings’ walk she stopped to tell me and Kasia a joke.
It’s been a blessed day. Thank you all for your prayers and concern for Zush. We want you to know we’ll be going on one day at a time, and savoring our time together.
Thanks💜
My heart is in my throat as I write this, as I know the road I am on.
I have been on this before, but for my parents. Now I am on this for my Zosia.
She has been doing ok, outside of me trying out different ways to get her medicine in her. Today was different:today she was whining. She has the cataracts, God willing next month she turns 15, and after reading a ton of stuff on line, I think she has the canine version of dementia. We have a vet visit scheduled, but, as I said, I know this road. I have been here before. Each time has taken a piece of my heart.
I am hanging in for Zush. She has been there for me from day one. I am blessed to have her in my life and will be with her for ALL of hers.
Just a quick post tonight.
We are under a weather warning again. Jeez, it IS January. Shocker!
My thought was this. I listened to the forecast and heard the doom, and in the same breath, heard that the high is forecast for 43.
Am I missing something?
Just thinking out loud, while being thankful I am not making a run for eggs, bread and milk!
So after our afternoon walk, the gals came in and rested and Jim and I got ready to go to Mass in Cape May, where our home parish is located. For a January afternoon,it was a pretty day!
We always go over the West Cape May bridge, which affords us a bird’s-eye view of what’s going on in the Cape May canal.
After Mass, we walk around and see what’s going on in Cape May.
Usually, on the way home from Church, we stop at the Cove Beach, where today we were lucky enough to catch the sunset.
In all, a wonderful afternoon!
We were spoiled down here at Undisclosed Location with some nice weather for a while last week. In saying that, I mean, no big coats, gloves, scarves, and I was quite happy taking the girls out with a baseball hat.
Not today.
I had leggings under sweatpants, a long sleeve tee under a polar fleece jacket, a vest under a coat, and you know what? The wind really was nasty. My neighbor’s theory that the weather changed too quick probably puts some teeth to the fact that I seem to have picked up a gastro bug. Good mom that I am, I went out twice and got the girls out and together we walked almost a mile and one half. Damn, it was cold.
The good part about the cold was the solitude down here and it soothes the soul.I managed to work prayers for good friends of ours going through a health crisis. By the time I was just about home, we were almost done.
They take care of me mentally as much as I take care of them physically and emotionally. It’s a win-win for all three of us.
I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who chimed in on administering Zush’s medicine.
Today’s medicine went down with some cheese, in the morning. Some struggle, not much. This afternoon, the medicine went down in some little meatballs. Now, the meatballs, that was a different story. The one commercial for Blue Buffalo portrays dogs as having their ancestry with the wolves. Zush, aka Wolfgirl, loves her meat!
Your ideas are on my shopping list, and definitely on a list for the vet consult on our upcoming visit. Thanks a million for your input! It is definitely appreciated. Please keep the prayers and good Karma going for our Zusher!
If you have read my posts with any regularity, you know about my two fur girls, Zush and Kasia.
At the ripe old age of 14+, I have to give Zush two pills twice a day. I ABHOR it. It is rough when our loved ones , both fur and human, get older.
When my Mom was going through her last five years with dementia, I was fortunate enough to learn tricks from one or two of Mom’s nurses. I got capsules in her medicine and opened them in pudding or apple sauce. I crushed pills and worked it into mashed potatoes.One way or another, I managed to get through.
Here she is with her Dad on the floor. Dad has given her medicine one time, at my insistence, so if I was not here, he’d at least know HOW to do it. My issue is this: what else can I use to try to hide the medicine in for Zush?
I have bought Greenies pill pockets, only to have them spit out right back at me. I made slits in Chicken McNuggets to hide medicine, crushed pills and put them in scrambled eggs. I have put them in her mouth and begged her to swallow, while rubbing her throat. I rolled pills up in imported ham.
Anyone have any clues? I would appreciate it if you’d share.
Thanks, friend.
Living in a major metropolitan area, you get used to the weather you lived in.
When you worked in Center City, the streets were surrounded by large buildings and skyscrapers. When the wind blew, you had the buildings funneling the winds to make them pretty extreme…or so I thought.
We are down here working on our second year at the bay. We are not bayfront, thank God. I hate to think of how the winds sound there. I know for the best part of the past two days, it was as if the wind doesn’t even stop to take a breath.
Seriously.
I am laying in bed, and you would think that I was standing out at the bay- that is how fierce the winds are blowing. They say this is a Nor’easter, and with the rain and wind are pretty much seconding that thought.
Me? I am grateful for a roof over our heads and flannel sheets to hide under.
…and we are waiting for the winds and rain that are due to hit down here. It has been more like London than “Amity’ here.
One hard part is that Zush is feeling the aches and it is so hard for me to try to get her comfortable, although after a little while she does quiet down and go to sleep. I didn’t take it personally after I got my body down to the floor next to her bed to massage some oil onto her and as soon as I was done, she gets up like nothing hurts her, and then moves to her next sleeping spot.
So, gentle readers, keep my girl Zush, along with me in your thoughts. Care giving, be it canine or human, is rough, especially since they eventually can’t take me with them.
That’s the amount of years my maternal grandparents would be married today.
I don’t know why this stuck in my head today. Their last anniversary they celebrated was their 50th, and I was a little kid in grade school. All our family were in a row home in Manayunk and it was a fabulous party. Maybe that’s why it stuck in my head.It was kind of funny, because I could remember what we ate, why my grandparents wore, and the weather of the day.
Today, ask me what I had for lunch. **pregnant pause**
They say you have clearer memories of your early days as you get older.I am starting to believe that.
I am sending a Happy Anniversary to heaven, as I know there is a big party going on up there.They know how to do it right! LOL
They say time heals all wounds.
Yeah, right.**read heavy sarcasm here**
Tomorrow is five years that my Mom passed away. There isn’t a day that I don’t miss her. This is my favorite picture of Zosia and Mom. My Dad passed in 1998. The same goes for Dad: there isn’t a day that he isn’t in my thoughts. I always remember how they would tell me about when they would no longer be here but how they would always be with me.
Somehow, it would be nice just to hug them.
It’s been a rainy, gloomy day here, and I think the only one without any aches is Kasia. You see this picture of Zush I just posted. She’s laying on rugs by the windows. In the meantime, I am sitting in a chair with a heating pad on my lower back.
And Princess Kasia, you ask?
Here she is on her sister’s bed. Zush and I just kind of looked at her and sighed.
Damn kids today…lol
I have been posting this blog for a heck of a long time now. If you have followed it with any regularity you know I put pictures of my girls up.
There’s Kasia
There’s my Sweetheart Zush.
I could get a ton of pictures, and few would come out with the two of them together without someone, more than likely Kasia, looking the other way, and well, if you have children you know the drill. Fur children can pretty much be the same.
Although I am still not really well, I got them out for their walks today, and I guess sometimes God blesses fur Moms.This is my new favorite shot of them both together and I am blessed to have caught it!
Just for me: kids listen sometime, I guess!
I have to admit I don’t get excited for many shows on television. When I saw this coming to HBO, I really found my curiosity raised.
It turns out Jude Law is the first American Pope elected..I won’t blow any story lines or plots. There is something about the ad for the show that shows the Pope smoking a cigarette. Erstwhile Catholic girl of the 60’s, it really caught my eye. There is also something about Diane Keaton as a nun. Seriously? I never had any nun that had the humor of Diane Keaton: not that my grades would have been helped by Diane Keaton.
I am currently watching the Green Bay Packers-Dallas Cowboys football game, and HBO is advertising that “The Young Pope” starts at 9 PM.
I’ll be watching!
I have read some blogs where people vent about siblings or children or spouses, and usually just figured that they were blowing off steam. When people do this, sometimes, they don’t realize how ridiculous they come off.
I really could use a good venting session right now, really I could.
Instead of that, I’ll insert the picture of the Cape May Lighthouse and meditate on the water.
Have a good night.
Gentle reader, please keep my Zush in your thoughts and prayers.
She is hanging in there, but I can see the changes starting to come up, which just make me sad, and I’m sure it makes Jim equally as sad.She is just as good as she normally is, but a few little things are making me pray extra hard for her. It’s funny, because I just keep getting up one day at a time, putting two feet on the floor while she puts her four paws down, as does her sister.I think they read off of their “pack” and Zush knows we love each other every day. She tires out, although I try not to walk her too much, but some days I think maybe it’s just the winter weather making her hurt as I do.
Her cataracts in her eyes are starting to come into play: they aren’t totally blocking her vision but you can tell she isn’t seeing as she used to. Then again, neither am I.
If you have read this blog with any regularity, you’ll know I am fond of using a line from Simon and Garfunkel-” The sky is a hazy shade of winter.”
…until yesterday and today, that is. Yesterday was so mild Zush felt good enough to lead me and her sister down to the bay since, I guess, she missed being down there.
We realize in this neck of the woods, that any mild January time is a gift. We savor it and get out in it all we can. Even yours truly, with the gimpy leg from Saturday ‘s fall gets out to savor this. Oh yes, we know low temperatures and snow are thisclose away:you really just walk around today and smile.
Always be thankful for your gifts.
I don’t know if it’s because she had no weekend walks with me, Saturday morning notwithstanding, or what. I had the girls out this morning for their walk.
Normally, I call the shots, but most of the time I bow to Zush. She is old, like me, and I know that we really can’t walk like we used to.
Until this morning….
Zush led the way and seemed adamant about it. She wanted to go to the bay. So we went, albeit slowly, but we went. Maybe it was that the rain passed and it was 46 degrees. Zush was raring to go. And now???
I love both the girls, but my Zush is my ❤️!
I just couldn’t take it.
I would get”the look” from my girls, so I looked out and saw the street was clearing a bit. Off we went for a walk!
We walked down to Delaware Bay and my suspicion was confirmed. The rain is on the way! My scars are seldom wrong.
It’s January in Jersey.
The girls and I are going through withdrawal.
Zush looks over to me and waits for me to say the magic words that aren’t coming. I think she hears it in my voice and figures, well, Mom is resting so I guess I should too. That’s alright.
Kasia is just as content to be in the yard, bark at everyone and every animal passing by and making her own version of snow angels.
Fortunately we are due for a warm up and even rain later this week, so the three of us will be chomping at the bit until we can get back out.
This is the one time I will honestly come out and say I miss living in the city.
Yes, you heard me right.
In the city, at least you had a house next to you on one side or maybe, if you were in a row house, two.That way you weren’t quite as cold. Down here, you are a single home and we are raised up from the ground, so when you have any wind, well, it sure finds you.
It’s due to be cold tomorrow too, which is no shocker since it IS January, after all. My girls were good with running in the back while I stayed in away from the ice. Fortunately, hot shower and flannel sheet time is just around the corner.
Sleep warm, gentle reader.
What a day.
I woke up this morning at 7am after falling asleep at 4 am, Don’t ask.
There was some snow on the ground and I dressed warm, got the girls out, and we then went out to downtown Cape May,to pick up my “fixed” engagement ring.
Unfortunately,my feet had different ideas.
I fell down.
I went down with my classic lack of grace, but for a different twist on things, my foot bent backwards, as did the rest of my leg. A few guys helped me get up, a classic sign of old age, and once I got on my feet, I was sore, but was able to walk on it.I have my cane out, to make sure my left side sturdies up.The rough part is keeping it iced in this weather.
This is a shot of how deep it was this morning around 8am.
Allegedly we are around 6″-8″, and it is so cold tonight.
Stay warm, folks!
Carrying on with the last couple of posts about the weather, I had the weather channel on today.
Allegedly, the current “named” weather storm is called Helena. I laughed and thought of my Dad. He’s seen below with my Mom. I believe he’s in heaven laughing at this one.
Let me tell you why.
My Dad and I used to dance all the time at church socials. As I am of Polish decent, well, we did a lot of waltzes and polkas. I used to know ALL the names of the polkas, and I’ll never forget some of our favorites.
Daddy’s favorite polka?
You’ve got it: the “Helena” polka.
Sleep warm, Daddy.
..if you are from the East coast and weather snow storms.
I noticed on Facebook that everyone is posting the jokes about running to the grocer to buy eggs, bread and milk and everything that is needed to get a household through a snow storm.
Well, I got all my outdoor Christmas decorations down.I stripped our mailbox by the street.I walked the dogs trying to wear them out for snowy weather.
I laughed because Jim and I ran out for a quick bit this morning and while we were out, I checked my phone and one weather app said that snow was starting, basically, in 5 minutes.
HAH!
The other app said the snow is coming 8PM tonight.
Well, I am done as are the girls.We are vegging out and I am ready for a hot bath and bed.
Tomorrow is, hopefully, another day.
My nephew, Greg, informed me of a chance of one to three inches of snow forecasted for the Undisclosed Location on Saturday.In honor of this,I decided to do something I have never done in my life before. I actually started taking Christmas decorations down.
The snowflake on the front of the house really isn’t in focus and the doghouse is still up, but I did start taking the ribbons down, after talking to my neighbor. Her Christmas decorations are all down, but I normally wait until after the feast day of the Three Kings to take the rest down. With the snow that is allegedly coming, I started by taking the ribbons I had up off so they didn’t get ruined. The rest, I decided, can wait until the weather clears and dries them all out.
These clouds were coming into the area when I walked the girls this afternoon, and you could feel the chill coming in with the front.
The only good part about this? I don’t have to run to the local Philadelphia store to buy eggs, bread, milk and toilet paper…..lol.
Happy 2017 to you, gentle reader.
I am back after taking a little break, ready to take on a new year.
Things are quiet right now, but there is a part of me that even hates to type that, as I know that it is the equivalent of talking it up.For the meanwhile, we are going to, hopefully, get up in the morning and put two legs or four paws on the ground.I will be keeping my prayer lines working for my family and friends.Oh yes, and it goes without saying that I’ll keep praying for me too.
Here’s to 2017! Hopefully this will be a good one!
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