Yes, I Really Did

There are so many things that you just don't admit, much less post on your blog, that I have nothing to talk about this week.  If you asked me if I did that, I'd have to admit that,"yes, I did that..." with a vague look over your shoulder...unless of course, it was fun, and then, it wasn't me.  So what can I tell you?
This week, a seventy three year old woman and her forty six year old son moved a desk for me.  How pitiful is that?  You can only guess, but I know first hand.  The final result is that the library is now complete, which is really nice, actually.  If you're looking for me, that's probably where I'll be, unless of course, I actually put my laundry away-hey, it could happen.

In the meantime, it snowed about six inches yesterday.  It was so beautiful.  The trees still have their leaves, so it was very impressive even though the trees did not appreciate it.  Coco and Fluffy didn't care for it either.  It was really fun to watch Coco though.  He went out the back door, stepped in the snow and turned back around to come inside again.  He seemed to actually think that he wouldn't go out to pee until it was gone.  His thought bubbles were very easy to compose.  When I finally tired of opening the door for him, I walked him to the grass (less than six feet out the door) and he realized that the world made sense again.  It's not easy being him.

Today, the snow melted off of just about everywhere.  The roads were completely clear and it was safe to go get groceries again.  It isn't really fair of me to portray my life as so mundane, okay, so maybe it is, but it doesn't seem appropriate to tell you all that Coco has had a bad reaction to some kibble which resulted in gas so bad that it would remove wall paper.  I ended up making him chicken and rice, which he loves.  Do I have to admit that I am now cooking for my dog?  Yes, I did that...

Turning 100

In case you're wondering, I have no idea why I am up so late that it is early...no matter, I am days late postins so it is as good a time as any...in honor of my 100th post, I am composing by candlelight. It's not much of a celebration, but it suits me just fine.
We have had our first freeze, so I guess I should figure a way to get the rest of my stuff off of the back porch and into the house. I don't want to make any rash decisions at such a late hour, but it is kind of a no brainer. The fact that I still have stuff outside is the product of multiple factors: to begin with, I didn't know where I wanted it, then I decided that since I hadn't seen my stuff in about two years that I'd enjoy rediscovering each item, sort of like a gigantic Christmas where everything I got was something I already loved (you know I didn't take what I didn't love), and finally,there is the simple reality that I really can't move all this stuff myself.
I have gotten really good at staying below my pain threshold, I am finally learning to live with this I guess and it is easier to live with here, as I have mentioned before.
Since I have been feeling a little better, I am missing other things more. While it is nice to have more than a singular focus, it is hard to be this alone.
I never really thought about it before, but I have always been surrounded by loved ones, and I suppose, over time, I will be once again. In the meantime, rest assured that I miss you very much! In the meantime, it's so late that my Blackberry is falling asleep.

Contrary Days

These days have been a contrast of extremes, time and energy, money and resources among others.  I have a strict policy about complaining, so I won't - but that's the only reason why not....some good things have happened but, as Queen of the Sore Foot Society, I don't have to tell you about it when I am in such a cranky mood.  In fact, the only reason I am posting today is because I haven't posted all week and the weather is supposed to encourage me to stay home this weekend.  So, on that note, I will dedicate myself to my other on-line activities while I still have computer time left...