Good Bye

Ah, Promises.   Promises not kept.

Once again I find that writing my thoughts here is not a good idea.  I shall find another venue, a safer place for my private thoughts. Perhaps I shall even contact a few of my friendly readers from my new digs.  It's been nice sort of knowing the rest of you.

Oh, the high speed thing didn't work. The trees are blocking our clear view to the satellite.  So we continue in the dial-up age.

Pity, that.

   I thank you all for your time, even the odd sort of friendship that can spring up when strangers share thoughts. I'll see you around.

~M.E.

Ya know what stinks? I had something really profound and semi important to write here. While I was working outside I was editing and tweaking it in my brain.  I have forgotten what it was - completely.

~M.E.

There is a rather fierce looking dragon standing on my desk. Specifically she is standing on a pile of my checkbooks. Do you think this might be a less-than subtle hint from my away-on-business husband about the present state of finances? 

Oh, some might be wondering 'how do you know the dragon is a she?'  Well - you'd have to be here, but we have three dragons in the house; Silverhammer, Greenstorm and Gorgeflame. They are about 10 inches long and 6 or 7 inches from claw to horn-tip, with extended wings. One never knows where they will be found, but they each have their own personalities. My current nemesis is Gorgeflame - the girl in the bunch.

Ah, the pleasures of anthropomorphism.   ~M.

Cats and Dogs. 

 When I was a kid we had a dog that was tied out back. We fed it sometimes, and watered it when it was so dehydrated it lay down and panted - and someone yelled at us.  Yup, At age 40something I'm still overcoming a white trash upbringing.  I still feel bad about that dog. 

I had another dog when I was a child - it was MY dog. It knew that once we learned each other's language I'd take care of it, and I did - as best I could given the situation.

People in this family - my adult, middle-class, responsible , Godly, 'American Dream' family - don't understand why the pets flock to me. Last night I had both cats sitting on me, and the dog playing with my feet. (Not that I really wanted the attention, mind you.) It's because I know their languages, and they trust me.

Jake - my black lab - is living what is likely his last weeks. He has metastisized cancer of some sort. He looks like a pot-bellied pig. He has lost all his body fat, but his liver is huge. He follows me around - it gets on my nerves, but I'm patient. I give him narcotics that hopefully take away the pain. I thought I'd know when the 'time came' but like so many things in life - we've entered a big gray area. No, I'm not getting a puppy any time soon. so don't ask.

Luther - the big feral tomcat we adopted is now adapting to being a neutered housecat. It was the responsible thing, but I'm sorry he's rapidly losing his wildness. When I call him out the back door now if he is near he answers me - with a loud churping purr that goes up at the end. He's saying "I'm here, so you can quit yelling, but I'm not ready to come in yet."

Dinah - she's the princess cat. She came to us lost, injured, and motherless way too young 6 years ago. She has no memory of that, and little appreciation of what she has. She's a cat - and she's entitled. We pick on her once in a while to keep her in her place. Mostly we just do anything the little beauty wishes.

How's that for blogged fluff?   ~Marci