It’s getting to a point where my job is my job and that’s great.
My baby Zusher isn’t well.
I am trying to see with the first call from the lead vet, and waiting for the information for the second reading of the labs from a Philly vet, in order to take her for her second opinion.
If we get good new, for which I am praying, that would be great. If not and hospice is the term for Zush, I probable will leave the job to savor every day I have with the girls.
It all is in the hand’s of God and his hands on the heads of the vets.
Still praying for the girls….ALWAYS.
For the first eight years of her life, I had fed Zush Pedigree dry small bites or weight control formula.Then,when Kasia joined the family, we decided to try Beneful dog food.The girls enjoyed it, along with an occasional mooch off of me or treat.
Now,especially off the past month,there has been a lot of mention that Beneful is killing dogs and there is a class action suit in California.It is a two-edged sword, as the girls like beneful but I also love them and want them around.
For the past two days I took what information my fellow dog moms have sent me and also went on-line looking for healthy foods that wouldn’t kill my girls.I found a list of the twelve most recommended foods for dogs that didn’t have questionable or un-American ingredients**read chicken or beef from China** and ended up with Nature’s Recipe dry dog food.So far, mixed with what little was left of the Beneful, Zush has stepped up and ate it .Kasia hasn’t been too hungry so far tonight.
It’s an irony that I have to worry about what food is out there that might be killing my girls. I am indeed selfish that way-I want them with me as long as possible. In turn, I shudder to think of what Jim and I have ingested because of the deregulation of human food in prior years.
It is truly a scary time.
I am tired.
News flash, right?
Seriously, I need to get my act together and get back to unpacking and donating and washing and trying to figure out what to keep and what to trash.
Did I mention I hate moving?
The first 2 weeks it gave me something to focus on, and it was ok.Now we are almost at the one month mark and I went into the middle room, looked at it and closed the door and went back out. I mean, seriously….there has got to be a better way. I have convinced myself that a chunk of tomorrow will be dedicated to getting in there and clearing some of it out.I admit, it didn’t help today that my favorite show, Law and Order Criminal Intent, was on today which kept me toward the front of the house.I am going to try Netflix on my Kindle tomorrow and hopefully it’ll get me back in motion of fixing the house up right.
Film at 11.
It took me a while to find this unscripted jewel of a show.
Flea Market Flip is shown on the GAC (Great American Country) channel on cable, and basically, I watch it for three reasons.Lara Spenser is the host, and in addition to being an excellent television anchor, she also is a Penn State University graduate.Secondly, four people are put in two teams of two , given $600 to buy things at a flea market, and then get a day to redesign them or repurpose them, and finally, these items have to go back to a different flea market and they have to try to sell them. The team that makes the most money wins $5,000.
Now, ideally, I am in a new home, with new furniture.There is no reason for me, right now, to run on out and try this. I have to admit that it is interesting to see people’s ideas of designs and also the idea of what money people are wiling to spend.I have to admit it is my current favorite show, and if you are doing any rehabbing of items,you might like this show.
We are going through the house and trying to put some things away this weekend.
There’s a pile for the attic, and we have made a few bags of donations to the local church, but how can you work at putting things away when you have to be a math major? Sure, there is common sense that x amount of handbags can only fit in such a spot.As my work career is not that far behind me at this point, and maybe, just maybe a job will be in my future, how do you figure out what you’d need without hiding it out in an attic.
You can go on-line and find out storage solutions and, honestly?There are the two of us and two dogs.Then there are 12+years of marriage to weed through and prior life things to keep.
I’d like to think that I don’t have to hurry about this, although it would be nice to have the house shape up a little better. A few short tables or bookcases, things of that sort, but in the meanwhile, working out the glitches seems to be the next step.
We are working our way up the food chain.
We moved things into a storage locker.
We moved into the house.
Time to get boxes out of the closets, empty them, and put some things into the attic until we need them.
It was a good way to spend a rainy Saturday.There is nothing like the sense of accomplishment to know that some things never have to be packed or unpacked again.The sense that you have finally found a right spot or space for things to be stored in, neatly.Sure there are things that actually will need storage within the house, such as a book shelf and the like.
It’s starting to really feel like home.
Below is a picture for my friend B, who looks for pictures I usually post for the weekend showing the girls “going home”.Well, B? This picture is the one of the girls, going through the front door at home.
So, gentle reader, I was true to my word.
I logged off the computer last night and tried to figure out how to lose the weight out of my handbag.I did manage to figure out a few things to get out of my suitcase, er, handbag. I went through item by item and asked myself what was really needed on a Monday to Thursday basis. All the cards I need, MAC,medical, work id, business cards, and the like are in my little zip up had case, along with the entry access card to my office. I decided to take a little cash out of my wallet, leave my change purse at home, and throw a little cash in my card bag, and today, it worked.I am hoping it will suffice.I figure I’d give it a week to see if works out well.
As I usually have pants on, my change has been in either my pant pocket, or when I get a shot, I throw it in my card case and emptied it tonight.Fortunately, I pretty much bring my food in so what ever I have bought hasn’t been too much.
Normally I put my handbag into a tote bag, because in the tote I carry my lunch and a bottle of water.When I was coming home today,well, it was fabulous. I can’t remember when I carried anything that was so light.
Periodically I will update you on the “state of the handbag.”We’ll see what will win out: a lighter handbag, or, if things start creeping back in, retirement.You know what retirement is right? The ultimate emptier of handbags…**grin**
Yup, I know Fall doesn’t start until late September.
As I sit here and type this, I am looking out the window and looking at the late summer lawn and garden.Part of me is genuinely sad, as I am sitting in the room where both my parents passed away in 1998 and 2012.That thought and looking at the outside really makes me feel the passage of time.Part of me laments the fact that I used to go swimming in the summer with Zush, and the fact that we are both getting a little older, well, Zush goes in and I keep her company going up to my mid-calves.
I feel depressed.
The hope I have is for the future.
The hope to finish out my time here in the city and pray that the future is kind to us all.To actually live in a house with my husband that is ours and with our furniture and belongings and things that are ours is something that I am patiently waiting for. I hear Jim say about how is going to miss his job, and yet, I am leaving mine to move as is he, and this was the first time I heard him express that.Wow…something else to mull over in my mind,
I mull these things over in my head, and although I know I am more than ready to leave, I can only pray that we all survive the transition.
In the crispness of fall, hopefully, things will be comforting to us and we all will be alright.
We are working in the doldrums of late spring,early summer.To accompany that, we have had a stretch of rainy, foggy, weather.
As Father’s day approaches, making me miss my Dad even more than I humanly thought possible, there are more deaths in our expanded family. One of the few cousins left on my Mom’s side has passed away, and tomorrow is the funeral. When you stop and think about the passing of the old guard, you realize that we are now on the cusp of becoming the old guard ourselves.
The key is to keep your faith, your body and your mind in balance.I really believe it to be the way to lift the fog off the heart.
Everyone, or almost everyone, looks back at different parts of their life at times. I never met anyone who said they didn’t.
Being at middle age, I have parts of my past that, perhaps, I would have done differently. There are choices that would have had different outcomes,..I don’t know, you just go over things and examine the different variables.Please don’t take this the wrong way: I am loving my life and thank God every day for Jim and my girls.
There are times, though, when things or people from the past pop up and you can only wonder, albeit momentarily,what you would have or should have done differently.
I am just happy that I can look back with a twinkle in my eye at my past, be thankful for the experience, and appreciate the fact that it has helped make me who I am today.
It was supposed to be a really bad storm, so much that Jim’s boss gave him off this morning because the bakeries weren’t going to make rolls due to weather. No rolls=no sandwiches=no deli=Jim off.
I had given up a day off and so we watched and waited…and waited…and the snow came to undisclosed around 5 am.I am sitting here at the kitchen counter, looking out the windows watching blowing snow here, while reading on Facebook the disappointment/relief of friends in the city who are looking at minimal snow.
Hopefully, but I know Jim, we are getting back to the city tonight because he thrives on extreme weather.
It would be a really good day to stay in bed and vegetate…but I won’t.
When you have a lot going on, and you have decisions to make, it’s easy to stay in bed and pull up the covers.The day must go on, though.Dogs must be walked, house must be straightened,bags must be packed, and the sum of that is that, at 54,the days of staying in bed for a few hours are long gone.Funny how when you are younger you yearn for responsibility.My parents would always tell me to appreciate those days. I look up to heaven and tell them, I did-really. You would just give to have a day to go back to little or no responsibility.
We are heading down later to deal with the contractor and move a step closer to Undisclosed Deux. Each day brings us closer.Here’s hoping that all will be well for us all.