Bellytime

Reports have it that if you repeat something 21 times or over a period of 66 days it becomes a habit. If that's so, Bellytime is my latest habit. It happens every Monday after Dwight leaves for work. The dogs (all five of them) go outside to potty and I put coffee on. By the time coffee finishes brewing, I pour myself an oversized cup with creamer and the dogs are ready to come back in. I don't blame them, the temperature is usually less than 40 degrees. They run back to bed and I try to remember to put my coffee out of their reach as I get back into bed. Oscar and Sampson love creamer and they don't care if the coffee is hot. Anyway, I get back to bed. It's usually dark and way before six am. I have an electric fireplace in the bedroom.  It gives off heat(40 degrees is cold) and a little bit of light. Then, I take turns petting bellies and sipping coffee. Because we're on the bed, I can usually pet three at once. Today, it was Oscar, Dixie, and Harley. Sampson and zmidnight were wrestling.  Then, Sampson got cuddles and Oscar took on Midnight. Then, Harley played with Midnight. Dixie just growls at any one that touches her other than me because she's just not a morning doggy. I think I probably did the same when my kids were young.

Bye, bye

Good bye 2019. Good bye January . Sorry, you won't be missed. 2019 wasn't a banner year so I'm glad to see it gone. The same could be said for January, but with one week left January could still be salvaged. All it would take is one good snow. It wouldn't even have to stay around very long, just long enough to get a couple of pictures. 
Did you make any New Year's resolutions?
I'm going somewhere I haven't been every month. Trying new things and hopefully getting the old me back.

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.

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...

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.

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