Friday, December 6, 2019

Good things come in threes

Good things come in threes or so I have been told. I sure hope so. I have three grown children. We have three horses in the padture( one belongs to Lauren). We have three male dachshunds.
This year I've tried to make Christmas easier on myself. Everyone has three presents under the tree. I hate to wrap. Three. Gosh i'm finished shopping and now I just wrap one a night and I'll be done which is good because I meet with a surgeon on Tuesday. Guess what? My third surgery this year. It's to repair some torn cartilage in my right knee. Hopefully I'll be able to get it done before the end of the year because we've already met our medical deductions this year. Wish me luck.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

A plan coming together

Every once in a while,  something has to go right. Obviously,  I'm not a professional dog breeder or I wouldn't be looking at an unplanned litter, but just because they weren't planned doesn't mean that they aren't loved. They are. Unbelievably so. It's ridiculous how utterly completely I can fall in love with puppies.  Each one is so friggin special. I want to find them humans that will love them as much as I do. This can take some time and involves some networking too. I mentioned to my son Paul that I was looking for homes. He has a friend. A nice friend that just lost her husband and needs some one to cuddle. Someone to love. I imagine bringing a little bit of laughter to her home will be welcome too. So, Dawn will be leaving soon and I'm beyond happy about this...

Friday, November 8, 2019

Missing them

There was a time that I saw my sisters every day. They've seen me at my worst. Back in the days before I even knew that I  needed coffee to start my day and before I  realized that chocolate isn't optional at certain times of the month.
I feel so bad that I can't join them weekend to celebrate Robyn's late 50th Birthday  especially since she made mine incredibly special.  She made me cupcakes with cowgirl hats on them and we went to the Dixie Stampede.  Good times.
But every time I get to spend time with them, it's incredibly interesting.  Ask Robyn about a wet loo or Lee why you don't follow elk upstream.
Maybe we might have gotten our family tattoo and talked Mary into getting one as well. I will miss them so much, but I pray for their safety.  If you know them, you really know how much this is needed. I hope they have fun. Will catch up soon. I promise.

Saturday, November 2, 2019

The future

Most of the time when I think about the future,  it's pretty immediate like what's for dinner this week, what I'm going to wear, when I'm going to clean house or put up laundry. Long range is wrapping Christmas presents.  But, when something goes wrong nothing seems important other than those you love.
I went to the hospital with bp of 220/140 because of some internal pain. Still working on the exact nature of the source but that damn pain is gone and I have to much to do to get sick. There are quilts to be finished.  Jamming sessions to be had, and trips to be taken. Hugs and kisses to be given. Tag me not nearly done yet.

Drowning

The following are lyrics from a song by Chris Young:
Still got your number in my phone
And even though you don't know I still listen
I still call and wait 'til the tone
Just to hear you saying "leave a message "

Since you've been gone I've had to find different ways to grieve
There's days that I don't even want it on my mind
But tonight I'm weak

So, I'm gonna pull out pictures,
Ones with you in 'em
Laugh and cry a little while
Reminiscing
By myself
I can't help that all I think about is how you were taken way too soon
It ain't the same here without you
I gotta say, missing you comes in waves
And tonight I'm drowning
Yeah, I know you're in a better place
And one day I'll see you again
But it's killing me we can't be face to face
I miss my best friend


Friday, October 4, 2019

Unplanned bundles of joy

Not every pregnancy is planned. I had a metal gazebo worthy of standing up to sixty miles an hour wind, but it was no match for two wayward dacshunds bound to be together.  We only saw them together once and it was late in her cycle so it was possible that things didn't take. But love conquers all .. and gives us little bundles of joy. Allow me to introduce Sundown aka Sunny
And he was followed by the lovely Dawn
Next to join the family was a wee mighty one and we call him midnight
Then came Dan the black and tan
Dixie is busy being a wonderful mother and loves them with every ounce of her being.  I know how she feels.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

The "C" word

It's weird how one word can turn your world upside down. Dwight and I have deliberately not discussed cancer until we were forced to face the monster head on. Dwight's mom lost a long hard battle to cancer and those memories are best left in the past.
For months, I counted down the days for our vacation. It was supposed to be a relaxing trip to the most beautiful beach in the world, but a nasty Hurricane hit and we thought it foolish to drive into stormy weather. We decided to go northwest instead of southeast.  It made sense at the time. Repacked everything.  Made motel arrangements because tent camping was closed due to increased bear activity.   Game on. Pulling out of the driveway,  we got a call from the doctor.  Dwight has colon cancer.
I think I was in shock for the next couple of hours. The plan was to stop when I got sleepy, but too much to think about and I drove through the night. Dwight was up early so he got to drive. We went on like this for a while. Not really talking, just digesting the word cancer. We had an amazing trip. Dwight said the word cancer outloud and we decided on an aggressive form of treatment.
We got back and met with the doctor to schedule surgery as soon as possible.  Then immediately started setting up time off from work. Every thing just happened so fast. There was very little time to talk about what was happening or how scared I was or how worried he was. Lots of praying and running outside so he wouldn't see me lose my composure.  We both said a prayer that he wouldn't have the room in which his mom died.
Surgery was longer than expected.  Much longer. As I sat in the waiting room,  I could imagine the worst. He ended up taking two feet of colon, eleven or twelve inches of small intestine and his appendix.
So now we begin another waiting game. Waiting on biopsy results.  Waiting on the healing. Praying that the worst is over.
Sometimes you need to look for the good in bad situations.  Dwight and I have been reminded of how truly loved we are. So many people have reached out to us. He and I say the words "I Love you" pretty regularly,  but now we make sure that there's eye contact and lots of feeling. Nothing taken for granted.  Hugs last longer.