I am thankful that the latest winter storm as missed us. I am not saying that Spring has finally come; = not by a long shot. The wind-chill this morning was negative 15. We just managed to keep the latest snow to the South. Maybe by this time next week, the snow may be all melted…
I have an ear infection and a sinus infection. And antibiotics now.
Well, well, well…
Long time, no blog.
I’ve been terribly busy.
Remind now, I’m sitting in a commercial printers office, waiting to do another press approval and hoping to make it home tonight.
And I have been struggling with the words to share that last week, three different people I went to school with committed suicide. I am both heartbroken and shocked.
I have said it before and I still believe that suicide is such a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
And guy I have known since middle school passed away from a blood clot during surgery. Sure, he might have been a giant a-hole back in the day but it turns out it was all just smoke and mirrors for a pretty horrible home life. Things like that, the cause and effect, are so hard to grasp when you’re so young.
Part of me thinks, “karma” but I know that’s not right either. That is just cruel.
I gues s it is all reminder of how you , of how no one, ever know what is going on in someone’s life. And of how things can change on a dime.
It was –1 degree this morning and my coworker said, “It’s really not bad outside.”
“If you think Minus one degree isn’t bad,” I said, “Than winter has clearly won.”
My brother, Jim, has been in the hospital all week. He has sick for much longer but has been in the hospital since Sunday, when he went to the ER at 5 AM and had a insanely high fever and had been vomiting for days on end. He was admitted with a blood infection and was immediately put on morphine for his pain. Since then, it has been a roller coaster of news and information, complicated by miles and winter storms. Thankfully, my favorite brother-in-law (even if it can ever be on legal papers), Sugar Don, is able to visit him and keep us up-to-date.
Today, my brother is finally well enough for tests to figure out what exactly is wrong with him.
Meanwhile, since it’s ‘throwback Thursday’ all over social media, I thought I’d share a picture here. It’s my brother and I back in the late 70s or so with our new puppy, Moose, a pure-bred Collie. I am pretty sure I am wearing Holly Hobby or Strawberry Shortcake pajamas, for the record.
This puppy pictured here turned out to the best dog ever. Years before, a Collie wandered into our yard and, since no one ever claimed him, we adopted him. But he was skidish and afraid from some unknown trauma before he found his way to us and one night, he disappeared in a storm. There were tears of heartbreak and lots of searching but when it became clear he was gone, my brother, Jim and I begged for a new dog. I have no idea now exactly how long the begging went on for. And, I am not sure if any other type of dog besides a Collie was ever discussed but eventually, my parents agreed and the search was on. Before the days of the internet, it was an ad in the newspaper that lead us to a litter of champion-bloodline Collie puppies. But this dog, we all knew, was just going to be our pet. He wasn’t for show, he was for our family.
And one day, in some Spring of 1970-something, we went for a ride in the Volkswagon van. I cannot recall if my brother and I knew where we were going or if my parents surprised us. All I remember is that we pulled into a driveway and ended up the largest dog of the litter, from a breeder somewhere a few hours or so from home. The breeder had named this puppy ‘Moose’ because of his size, his large paws. He was a moose.
The name stuck.
Moose was a great dog, nearly from day one. As we grew up together, he would herd the neighborhood children, keeping watch so no one went near the street. At night, he wandered from bedroom to bedroom, making sure everyone was in their spot. He was always the herder. He was smart. He was devoted. And, he was special, mainly because he was ours.
When he passed away, I was a junior in college and hundreds of miles away. I felt somehow cheated out of a goodbye. Moose had a long life but still it was hard to take. At the time, I could not imagine ever grieving more for someone that I grieved for my dog. Even to this day, I still tear-up when I see a Collie or any reference to Lassie.
It’s strange how, when you look at old pictures, a moment is captured in time, even if you don’t remember the details decades later. I don’t know where this picture was taken. I assume our backyard, since I think I am in my pajamas. But I don’t know. Maybe it was at my grandparent’s farm. I know my father took this picture. He was younger than I am now.
Oh, how time has it’s way with all of us.
So that is my throwback, an ache for the innocent of youth. Of mine. Of my brother’s. And of our puppy’s. And now, my mother and I silently hope my brother doesn’t have something horrible, like esophageal cancer, which my grandmother passed away from.
On the phone with my mother, during the Super Bowl half-time, she said “I thought Bruno Mars was Adam Levine.”
“You have no idea how disappointed I am.” she said, with a long sigh.
The dogs watching dogs on the iPad.
it’s so cold here…
It’s so cold here that my dogs went out the side door, made it about two steps to my front car tire and peed on the tire.
In a way, it felt like a giant “F&@! You.”
I was out with some of my friends, that I’ve known since childhood, the other night. The conversation touched on all sorts of things – like medical insurance deductibles, aches and pains, even knew replacement surgery.
Finally, I had to speak up. “Please stop this.” I said. “We’re talking like we are a bunch of old ladies. We need to talk about cute boys, outfits, and hangovers and new shoes. Not doctor appointments and copays, else we are going to magically turn into old ladies.”
My friend, Kelly, shrugged her shoulders. “Well, if the shoe fits.” she said.
“You mean,’ the orthopedic shoes’ fits.” my friend Rose said, with a giggle.
“I’m going to have to get new friends.” I said.