Just Rough

It has been a hard weekend for me.

I miss school already: wondering WHY my school teacher buddies didn’t give me a heads up on this? In the meanwhile,I’ve decided to get my coughing to Olympic caliber and my sinuses are following the route.

Tomorrow is Father’s Day.My Dad passed away on August 24,1998.

What can I say? At 56 I shouldn’t feel quite so bad but I do.Hopefully, I will shake it off with the girls.They have been quite generous with their love this afternoon, and I am so blessed. Tomorrow will be a little better of a day.

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CNN-post #JeSuisCharlie

I have been watching the coverage of the incidents in France and I can only shake my head in sorrow.

I go back and think to watching, or being glued to the television post 9/11 and although this doesn’t hit me directly, I still get that sinking feeling in my gut.How sad life can be. How sad life has become.They just had the maintenance man on who was there when his buddy got shot,and it was the buddy’s first day on the job and he was killed. He got the co-worker and then proceeded to lock both of them in a toilet, and at least the gunmen didn’t come back for them.

No one is safe anywhere in this world, and all I can do is love all my loved ones with every breath in my body.No one is guaranteed tomorrow.

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Lament for a house

Three and one half years ago, my husband bought us a house at an “Undisclosed location”.
Sure it was a weekend get away and I did manage to have an actual week off there last year, but it was cozy, it was comfortable and the back room was bright.It was a good spot to spend a third of our week at, which we seemed to do year round.

We had to get serious, as when my husband sold our house in Philly, we were turning our minds to retirement living, We decided we needed a rancher.Not that this old house isn’t, but, we wanted a house to live the rest of our days out in.

This weekend, the demolition crew comes in and knocks it down.Fortunately I will be up here with the fur girls, as we need the air and to be away from all of that. Plus, if I was there, I’d be a little teary-eyed, so better I keep the memories I have of the house with me.

In a previous blog post I wrote about loss in my life, well, here’s another chunk. People say “how exciting”…it’s not for me.I never asked for much and what I had I was always comfortable with. We’ll see what happens.This picture I have attached really doesn’t do the house justice, but at least it gives you an idea of what it looks like.

R.I.P to my cozy,sunny spot.

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Anxious? Moi?

I finished making brownies last night for Jim to take to work.

Once I was done and upstairs. I made a mistake- I looked at Facebook.

A passing acquaintance of mine, who is a mutual friend of my buddy Kath who fostered my Zush, posted. Her old girl is hanging in, but soon to see the rainbow bridge.

It hit me. … hard… like a punch in the solar plexus. I’ve lived with Zush longer, and she’s a Golden retriever mix. Jen’s dog is a lab. It was the picture and post that got me. My chest got tight, I couldn’t breathe… I felt Jen’s sadness.

A good friend of mine threw the quote at me once that the problem with dogs were that their lives aren’t long enough.

In my humble opinion? How true! It makes me cherish my girls even more.

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