There are eyes looking at me.
Big brown puppy dog eyes.
Bandit wants attention.
Ahhhh....she knows the drill.
Keys are tapping, tapping and she gives up.
Over to the afghan covered blue chair.
The softness of the crocheted yarn will have to
take the place of my attention for now.
It feels cold on my part.
To ignore her so.
Not giving in.
Bandit would let me pet and scratch her
all day every day.
She'd pretty much demand it if she could.
Now that I think of it,
if I had someone at my disposal 24 -7
to give me a back rub I might just
get to liking that too.
Another dog has snuggled up close.
Back turned to me for easy access.
Feel free to pet me she says.
I'm pretty well ignoring her too.
But the warmth of her body is pretty welcome
on this blustery morning.
She lays down.
Settling in for a nap.
The bummer for her is that I have to get up
in just a moment.
Time to get dressed.
Time to walk......
out there in that cold, cold air.
Now do you see why I haven't been posting.
I have nothing to say.
Well, nothing that anyone really wants to read
We found a very, very funny birthday card this week.
I can't share it....
Apparently more than half of America
wouldn't find it amusing.
The biggest excitement here right now is
that I have made my candle labels waterproof!
I really hope that doesn't rock your world.
Hoping you have more on your excitement meter than I do.
Chelsea continues to prepare to leave in July.
Items continue to be checked off her list.
Jonathan continues to work as a security guard at
our favorite theater.
Mikey has been cleaning and counting light fixtures
by the hundreds(?) during changeover from Jonah
He is ready for Noah to begin so he can go back to
doing what he loves....
moving sets here and there multiple times a day.
Warren is beginning to feel the pressure of
changeover and a new show in the works.
I'm pretty sure he enjoys it.
Our van is at the garage for a major
repair. One that originally was supposed to
cost more than $3,400.
But now has been brought down to
I would have gulped at that if we hadn't heard
the larger number first.
I'm slowly chipping away at my many projects
and cleaning this much neglected house.
I'm developing strategies for the best use of space
when I move my shop downstairs.
Neither Warren or I are willing to just throw
stuff down there and call it done.
It means too much.
This must be done with much thought and care.
Georgia has had her second cataract surgery.
It went well.
We are collectively breathing a sigh of relief
to have these procedures in the rear view mirror.
Mom is enjoying her time between
shows at the theater.
She loves working but she also enjoys
opportunities to see family and friends
who live in other states when she gets the mandatory time off.
Coming up next week we will begin
a neighborhood game night.
I'm looking forward to time with some
old neighbors and some new ones too.
Life continues to click down the track....
the clicks come faster and faster.
Have you noticed?
Perhaps it was driven home this week when
a very good friend lost her father suddenly.
Angel has joined the group that no one really wants to join.
Those who have said good-bye to their daddies.
But it is a place that you really can't understand
unless and until you have walked the road.
My heart breaks for the pain and sadness
still ahead of her.
I rejoice with her for their closeness
and for all of the memories she has to enjoy.
If you have not yet joined this club.....
reach out and tell your dad how much he means to you.
Maybe words aren't your way....
but make him his favorite treat
or wrap him up in a bear hug.
The train is clearly clicking on the track
and you don't want to regret a moment
of missed opportunity.