Not much going on today. Love the image above!
Can you believe it’s December 8?! I can’t!
But I’m here to talk flying Corgis. Good grief they’re cute! Look at that little bun!
That’s just so sweet!
Not much going on today. Love the image above!
Can you believe it’s December 8?! I can’t!
But I’m here to talk flying Corgis. Good grief they’re cute! Look at that little bun!
That’s just so sweet!
Isn’t it odd how when things, events, and so on are out of sight (so to speak) we still get odd mental “jogs” about their presence? Such is the case with my beloved little Welsh Pembroke Corgi, Blue.
Of late, more than normal, he’d been on my mind and to me, for no particular reason I thought, other than I loved and still missed the little honeybun.
Turns out, November 18,2015 was the two year anniversary of having to put him to sleep because of the crippling disease degenerative myelopathy or DM. Found this out on my computer calendar. I hadn’t realized how little time had passed since he left. He was just…gone.
DM is like ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease. If you want an idea of what DM or ALS is like, you can find an amazing portrayal by Hillary Swank in the movie “You’re Not You” (currently streaming on Netflix). It broke my heart to watch it because I watched Blue go through it.
It’s an excellent movie, I hope you enjoy it and learn about these two horrid diseases.
In some ways I’m glad I grew up when I did (no helicopter parents and so on). I’m also glad I “have” all my kitchen “things” like the little ring with the measuring spoons on it. Plus with a limited budget I’m not tempted by things like this:
What’s annoying about gadgets like this is first their cost. This item is $55.00 plus shipping. Second, is that it will need batteries and probably not your basic AA’s or AAA’s. It brings to mind my digital cooking thermometer that’s been sitting on my kitchen counter for over two years to remind me it needs batts. And I have no idea how to open it in order to see what kind of battery is needed.
I took it to Bed, Bath and B (where I purchased it) and they were mystified. Couldn’t even figure out how to open it. Called the company that manufactured it and they were of no help either. Glad I still have my old “analog” one with the dial. It may not be instant but it’s accurate and needs no batts.
The gadget up above is described this way “Simplify life and replace the large and painstaking rings of teaspoons and tablespoons occupying much needed space in your baking cabinet”. I didn’t realize my ring of measuring spoons was large and painful, did you? They nest very nicely and take up the space of a small spoon.
On a totally different note, I just have to say here and now that I don’t think “the donald” should get Secret Service protection paid for by us! You must watch the video in the attached link. Watch it to the very end which will give you an idea of how often this doesn’t happen.
Like Trump doesn’t have enough money. This alone would be reason enough for me to never ever vote for the fool! OMG, where does the lunacy stop and when will we the people totally run out of money to fund government crap. Sorry, but this just has smoke coming out my ears.
Now for a happier note. Ran across this photo on The Daily Corgi and thought it was hysterical (though I hope the little honey wasn’t hurt when going over and into the water). Corgi’s are just so cute!!!!!!
Over the weekend, I chanced upon some rather humorous videos of Corgis swimming and thought I’d share them with you. The underwater shots are pretty cute. (Sorry for the ads at the beginning of some of the videos.) First we have “Swimming Corgis”:
Due to their long bodies note how hard they have to work to keep their rears from sinking down as they paddle. Next we have “Swimming in a River”:
I get such a kick out of watching their little legs keep paddling even when they’re lifted out of the water. The next one is so cute because his/her little legs are flapping so hard. It was aptly titled “Good Luck with Short Legs”.
Such a little fluff ball! The following one illustrates why the little low riders need life vests. Note how when the Corgi finally dives in he/she flips over completely.
Then we have the swimming championship…
Note how pooped out the two babies in the pink polka dot life vests are at the end of the contest. Bet they’ll sleep well. Now, lest you think it’s just Corgis who swim when lifted in the air, here’s a compilation of a number of little characters doing the same thing.
And last, on a totally different note, we have “Trying to Take a Nap on Train Tracks”:
Some of the looks and glares the stubborn little Corgi gives the cameraperson when a train runs into him crack me up. I’m surprised the little creature doesn’t just pick one up and give it a good thrashing. Well, I don’t want to Corgify you to death so I’ll stop, but hopefully this added a little smile to your Monday.
Well, this is been another version or installment of my ER Adventure. It’s titled, “Getting Back Home After Four Weeks”. Everything in the refrigerator pretty much spoiled. Even the cheese was sprouting a nasty blue and black beard. I think the real corker was the tube of Grands biscuits that I purchased before my little ER event to use in making chicken pot pie. The expiration date passed while I was away. As a result the roll had blown open in the fridge and attached itself quite firmly to the bars on the shelf where it sat. I’d always wondered what would happen in such an event. Now I know.
So cleaning out the fridge. What. A. Pain. Luckily I had a stool to sit on so I didn’t aggravate my wound by bending over as I pulled stuff out. Who designed refrigerators? No one over four feet tall, that’s for sure.
And who knew I’d be on a four week vacay from the house. Unlike vacations though, I didn’t have the opportunity to use up all the food before leaving. Sadly, I had just gone to Trader Joe’s and Von’s before the trip to Urgent Care/ER, so there was a good deal to toss.
Currently, I’m still using Von’s delivery. I really like it. As mentioned in an earlier post, my car needs some major help, so I haven’t driven it yet. I’m going to have it towed to the mechanic on December 1, since it’ll spend over a week there I’m sure. It’s not worth having it go in as we approach Thanksgiving since nothing will be done over the holiday. Plus, I want to avoid renting a car. Not that having the dead one in my driveway is of any use…but still.
Oh, and BTW, my absence on the blog can be explained by the following picture:Beginning the second week in November, I was rearranging my desk and had to move my iMac (21.5″ screen). I cleared the areas around it and picked it up. As I went to set the beast down, the back left part of the stand caught on the narrow shelving at the back of the desk causing it to lunge towards me. I grabbed it but before I had control of it, the lower right corner of the glass screen hit a candle with a metal cover on it. I had moved it “out of the way” but obviously not enough to avoid an unexpected disaster.
The screen shattered and immediately had thin multi color bars across the bottom and on the right side vertically. I thought I could live with it but as days went by, more and more of the screen vanished under thicker and wider bars of grey and black till all that I could see was about an inch at the very top. I had hoped to hold out till Black Friday, but, no way. So I received my new Mac (identical but twice the ram) a week ago. And here I am, Hi, I’ve missed you!
While thinking of loss, my mind turned to the one year anniversary of Blue leaving this earth on November 18 and taking my heart with him.
My brother had to put his 16 year old Vizsla to sleep about the same time. This is what he sent. Just in case you can’t read the sentiments above, I wrote them out below.
“Ghost dog. So much time has passed and yet I still see you from the corner of my eye when I come into a room. I still hear you. I still miss you. Soft feet. Eager footsteps. Always ready for what was next. A swim. A walk. A run. A sleepy afternoon with Tali.
Our constant companion – the soul of our home. Who would ever dream your leaving could result in such a bottomless space in my soul. I look down into it sometimes and call your name. An echo returns nothing but the sound of my own voice. Your are so completely gone – only your ashes remain in a small wooden box.
Cannot bear to have you join the other ghosts who linger just beneath the yellow magnolia tree. People and cats. Memories in boxes. I still feel your warmth and the overwhelming joy and happiness you gave me. Gave us. Gave to everyone. To have been so loved is my only consolation in your loss. That I was so lucky to be with you…if only for a little while.” Russ
No, November is not a good month for me apparently no matter what the year. November 30, 2009 I lost Alpine (aka Frost) at 2 in the morning. This Thursday would have been my mother’s 97th birthday. It seems there’s just a lot of loss and memories in the eleventh month of the year for me.
Another November loss: anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s assassination 51 years ago. That was on Saturday, the 22. I had a feeling I was missing the date but I didn’t find a single mention of it anywhere. All weekend.
The 35th President of the United States (1917 – 1963). He’d be 97, same age as my mom would have been. Wow, didn’t realize that till just now.
I guess the important thing to remember is to live in the present and not fall into the trap of “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”
John Lennon (and others)
Well, that wraps it up for this month. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving and are surrounded by people who love and support you and your dreams. Thank you for stopping by, reading, liking and commenting on my blog. It means the world to me!
Truth be told, July 4th and Halloween are my least favorite holidays. Used to like them as a kid, but then something changed. No idea what. Thought it was just one of my weirdnesses until yesterday when I was in CVS to pick up some meds. While waiting in line I heard one of the employees express the exact same sentiments. I was totally shocked… a fellow-holiday-hater.
Meanwhile the illegal fireworks here have already started going off. What amazes me is that with the high-drought conditions that any fiery “toys” are allowed. People drive around, light the explosives and toss them out car windows. Just hate it.
Or maybe it’s the people who think it’s funny to strap these incendiary devices to animals. My Dad once found a puppy with half its face blown off by a firecracker someone tied to its neck. Dad immediately left work and brought the poor creature to a vet to euthanize it. I remember catching a glimpse of my Dad later that night, crying to himself. I’ve never gotten over it. All you have to do is Google this and you’ll see all the horrors perpetrated by sick youths that you’d ever want to see. If you want a REALLY horrifying graphic, go here, but you’ll need a very strong stomach and steely heart. I don’t recommend going there, your imagination can do enough.
It’s also possible my feelings could have been cemented when I first moved here and the ratty kids in the house behind me, one lot over got their jollies by tossing plastic bottles with lit firecrackers into neighboring yards (this creates a very explosive device). One was tossed into my yard scaring the shit out of my Siberian. She had never been afraid of anything but never recovered from that evil kid’s act. I could have shoved a cracker down that two legged embodiment of evil’s throat and to be honest, not blinked twice.
Fortunately his crippled father was evicted along with the kid for nonpayment of rent a few months later. (Note: don’t feel sorry, he was part of a well-known bad news motorcycle gang and was hurt when trying to haze an innocent runner with a pipe while riding with other members in circles around the runner.) And it’s not that I wished them ill but I guess I have karma to thank for keeping an eye open.
Sorry, didn’t mean to go off on a somber little rant. I think it all really came up because of an article I found today about a soldier born on the Fourth of July. First let me give you one, really sobering fact: veterans of the last two wars commit “suicide almost every hour, according to the Department of Defense”. But for some there are miracles like Axel. You can find his and Captain Jason Haag’s story here.
Perhaps it’s the contrast of the senseless waste of companion animals to human malevolence and the loss of human beings to their families from the violence of war that is at the center of this post. Maybe it’s the fact that Axel was rescued from a shelter and given a new life. A life that gave life back to another, who like Axel, may not have made it out alive, were it not for him and other dog’s like him/her being on this earth as “throw-aways”. For humanity to step to a higher plain and find a purpose for those who I sometimes believe were put here for a reason, somehow balances a lot out.
To all our service personnel past, present and to come, thank you for all you sacrificed, continue to and will sacrifice. Nothing will ever be forgotten.
P.S. I would be sadly remiss not to send hugs over the Rainbow Bridge to my beloved Corgi, Blue. The poor little guy suffered through four July fourths in a shivering little ball. I loved him and miss him dearly, though this is one day I’m glad he’s across the bridge. May heaven bless all of you and your loved ones be they two, four or more footed. xo
My apologies for the absence but the skin problems took me away from the computer for two weeks. The post below was written on March 1, 2014. Isn’t the rain beautiful?
March 1, 1014
RAIN! It started around 1 a.m. Friday and woke me up! Joy of joys! We and the rest of the country that benefits from California’s produce, needed it soooooo much. It will not take us out of the drought but anything is a gift.
We went from .25% rainfall for the winter to flash floods in the blink of an eye. Supposedly it’s supposed to go on for a day or three. Thank heavens! So far it rained most of Friday and most of this afternoon. Quite heavily at times.
Much of the back and front yards are under water. I don’t want to even think how much water has leaked into the garage in two spots. 😦 Hopefully nothing will be damaged.
This afternoon, as I sat here typing this post we even had the thrill of rolling thunder. First, at about 1 p.m. for a good ten minutes. Blue would have been beside himself and I would have had to tether him on the short leash to my chair to calm him as I noted in a past post.
About two hours later, more thunder and about an hour later, even more. All while pouring heavily. The front brick flower planters have a good four inches of water in them. Of course, the guys who built them for the landlord did not put in any means of draining them, so hopefully the plants in them will survive being under water till it evaporates.
Funny, while sitting here, my cell phone gave off an odd ring and a text message appeared announcing flash floods were predicted in nearby areas. Never had that happen before.
So now its about 6:30 p.m. and all’s quiet. Tomorrow supposedly has a 40% chance of rain. Hopefully it will show up. So it was quite a “weather” day here in normally sunny So Cal. Finally.
Haven’t posted much lately due to the amount and frequency of lathering and slathering of potions as well as seeing assorted doctors and rearranging things in my house for after surgery. Plus when I saw my dermatologist over two and a half weeks ago, I mentioned the split in my upper lip that hasn’t healed for one and a half years. I did tell you that, didn’t I? Well, personally I just called it chapped, split, dry lips all this time and they lived embalmed in ointments for that long.
That bit of news was met with silence on her part. She followed with, “this needs to be biopsied”. I said okay “I’ll make an appointment”. Well, I wasn’t getting away that easily and was immediately thrown on the table for a biopsy. (okay, not thrown, but she wasn’t letting me leave without a biopsy that day) 😦
So what I really didn’t need last Thursday, after getting a lightbox treatment was for the nurse to snag me as I was leaving and say, “oh don’t go, the doctor needs to see you”. Nothing good ever comes from that kind of a sentence. Rather like when your wife/husband says to you “We need to talk.” You.Just.Know. There is zero chance that good news is on the way.
Have I told you I really like my doctor? I do, but she does remind me of a cheerleader every now and then with her perkiness. Thursday was no exception. She came into the room all smiles and said she got the results of the biopsy back. She still was smiling when she read the results to me.
It was very Twilight Zone-ish. Don’t get me wrong, I’d much rather have her than some unrelating male physician. It was just rather incongruous to see her smiling and hear what she was saying at the same time.
I have skin cancer (squamous cell carcinoma). Okay, let every four-letter word run through your mind and you have an idea of how I felt.
When I was finally able to speak, I said “but no one in my family ever had cancer except my father who gave it to himself (smoking)”. She countered with the fact that I was very fair with green eyes and this was sunny So Cal, so almost everyone gets it. I said, “that’s impossible”. She replied that anything that doesn’t heal within a month (much less 1 1/2 years) should be looked at. (Remember that.One.Month.)
Excuse me while I let loose with a silent little blood-curdling scream. I was bewildered. My mind wouldn’t wrap around this, it still hasn’t. So while I’m light-boxing my way to March’s knee surgery, I now will be having pre-surgery-surgery. AAAUUUGGHHH! Yes, I’m whining. I know it’s nowhere near what my SIL went through but still, the word…cancer.
On Feb. 25 I get to spend the day having bit by bit of my lip removed via the Mohs surgical technique, till all sign of cancer on the tissue under the microscope is gone. It could take an hour, it could take all day.
According to the doctor, the lips heal remarkably well. The stitches (STITCHES? In my lip??!!) will be out in a week. Hello, Franken-Christine-stein. Great, just a week before knee surgery. So I may be putting my knee off for a little longer because I know that knee surgery requires full anesthesia which involves tubes, etc. in your mouth and I don’t want a barely healed lip to break open. You have realized by now that I’m really a big chicken disguised as a human right?
To end this little epistle on a more positive note, I’ll leave you with this ridiculously adorable YouTube video.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this far and very happy viewing.
Tuesday November 19, 2013, 5:30 p.m.
It’s a very,very grey day here at Grey House Journal, literally and figuratively. In a way I’m glad, it helps with the grieving. Makes me feel like the universe is sharing my sadness at the loss of a wonderful soul and dear, loving friend. It made sleeping through the day much easier.
Let me apologize in advance for being what you may feel is rather maudlin. I come from a loooonnnnggg line of drama queens on my father’s side (see? trying to find a little humor here…). You may recall my mention (in past posts) of the fact that in life “you can choose to laugh or cry” and I noted that I chose to laugh (or at least try to)…. Plus the purpose of this blog/post, is so that I can have a permanent record of events in my life and the feelings accompanying them.
Sadness permeates my being at the moment. More so than the loss of any other of my beloved companions. I think it’s due to the shortness of Blue’s stay with me. Only three years and four months minus three days. That is simply not enough. I know I won’t get any likes or comments on this post because who wants to read about sadness? Everyone has enough in their own lives.
Anyway, yet another loss in my life. I am so terribly sick to death of losing so many of the beings and things that have meant so much to me since 2000. But maybe that’s what happens when you get closer to the end of your own life. I’ve read several “elder” blogs where the writers speak of being more and more alone because so many of the friends they knew and loved have departed.
Now I’m not all that old but suddenly, I am acutely aware of how short life is. It’s so weird. Really. You go on day by day without a thought of time and it’s passing. Suddenly you’re 50 or so plus and face to face with the fact that you only have so many years left. It’s like a slap upside the head. What were you thinking? You should have prepared better, saved more, done more, seen more, loved more and so on. Well, you can’t undo the past, sadly, you can only move on.
I miss my little companion. When he was not by my side (rare), and I made a sound or noise or whatever, he’d notice and fly (well, later, drag himself) through the house to check on just what was going on. Now, nothing. Only momentos of his gift of time with me.
I’ve gone through 5+ boxes of facial tissues in the last 3 days. Where the heck do all the eye and nasal liquids come from? Ever wonder? I do.
For those of you thinking I should have done more, like get a cart (aka wheelchair) for him, I don’t think he was a wheel cart candidate. It was hard enough for me to get about the narrow pathways in the house, down the stairs to the yard with a cane, much less him in a cart.
Notes from Monday night…yes I was up late…very late…
-1:15 a.m. I still hear his whimpers and cries. Has he not left yet?
-I’d swear I can hear him crying and whimpering on the back porch (4:30 a.m.)
-Maybe I could/should have waited a few more days…weeks…
-I still hear peeps, like he’s still trying to contact me…
-the abject silence now…
-he deteriorated so quickly…in about 1.5 to 2 months
-degenerative myelopathy is a truly hideous monster of a disease
Though I slept in, I did get up in time to make all the calls for what I’ll need for Friday. Thursday will find me at Trader Joe’s buying a gathering of riotously colored flowers and hopefully rosemary. Then on to Jacob Maarse (florist) for the Calla lily and then home to arrange my dear one’s bouquet.
On Friday I will be at Cal Pet Crematory by 10 a.m., to say goodbye to Blue one last time. Like all my other dear companions, I will drape him in a rainbow of flowers tied with a wide satin ribbon. I’ll pet him and kiss him for the last time. No, I’m not afraid of the cold body, the sunken eyes…he was my love and nothing changes that. The bouquet will, of course as I said, have a sprig of rosemary “for remembrance” and one white calla lilly for personal reasons (since this isn’t their season I was having trouble finding one until I called Jacob Maarse). I will photograph him with the bouquet (okay, whoever is grossed out by this, get over it, it’s my way of leave-taking) and I’ll silently read the W. H. Auden poem to him which has been read to all the loved ones who’ve left me since 2000. My brother was the first to read it at my Dad’s funeral.
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
It’s very weird, but Blue seems to know he’s leaving me soon. He has spent more time with me in my office than ever before. It’s so wonderful that he likes being with me but I worry that he’s confused and so seeking company and security in my presence. He no longer can get up and down the back steps at all. It’s a total lift of the front then rear, step by step as I said in another post and very hard on both of us.
This morning I woke up to him whimpering at my bedroom door, he usually does this when he wants my attention. I got up and opened the back door to see if he wanted to go out. No, not really. So I went back to bed after petting him and checking his water bowl.
A few minutes later, whimpering again. But by the time I got up he’d already let himself out the back door. Turns out he did have to go out. I found a trail of pee from the doorway, down the hall and across the living room oriental rug, a length of about ten feet. Sigh. It took me forever to clean it up. When I finally finished, I was so pooped that I sat down and lost myself in Pinterest for about an hour, leaving him outside since it was cool. While on Pinterest, I found the following pin.
I should not have read it, since it set off the water works. I feel so bad for him because I know he’s starting to have trouble knowing when he really has to go. And I know he knows not to go in the house, so when he does, I imagine it frustrates him.
So once again, I made an appointment for Monday, in case he doesn’t improve. His ability to walk is really limited and so he winds up on his right hip and drags his hind legs behind him. He’ll go about 10 to 15 feet and then stop and sit there panting, staring into space. After a rest, he continues on his way.
He’s also roaming from room to room aimlessly. I tried playing with him using Rocky Raccoon but it’s very limited play since retrieving it when thrown is no longer possible for him. Even tug of war is difficult since he can’t pull himself away from me to tug, so I dangle Rocky for Blue to grab and then after a bit of non-existant pulling on my part, I let him snatch it from my grip. My grip by the way, is very loose. But the activity cheers him up and tires him out and after a play session he’s not roaming about the house like a lost soul looking for who knows what.
I’m thankful for the reprieve last Monday when he showed improvement, so I’m hoping for another miracle this weekend. I’m a bit worried because he’s also not eating much which isn’t a good sign. So I’ve been tempting him with wet food and cookies. Not much luck there though. He just stares at the cookie after dropping it on the floor. Poor little honey-bunny. Hope all is well with you and no sadness invades your days. Thank you for stopping by.