When I was about 9 or 10, my sister woke me up one morning to tell me that our brother had brought home a little black puppy. I didn’t believe her because it was April Fool’s Day. Yeah, right. I wasn’t born yesterday. But she wasn’t fooling. Our brother had really brought home a little black puppy. He raised homing pigeons that he raced, and apparently someone at a race had had a champion schnauzer that had had puppies with a traveling poodle (stray). The guy was so disgusted that he gave away the puppies, and my brother brought one home.
I’m sitting here trying to decide whether or not to take my dog Danny for his daily walk. He looks forward to his walk so much that I hate to disappoint him. It was misting, and I don’t mind walking in mist, but the mist is turning to a heavier–but not heavy–rain. I do not want to walk in heavy rain. I checked the weather radar and the rain will soon turn to snow. If it’s still early enough, I might take Danny when the rain turns to snow.
All through the day today I thought about what I would write in my blog when I had the opportunity.
I wrote about Gloomy Gus and his strong will in my last post. I actually think that it’s very difficult to be a teenager–strong-willed or not–because they are in a transition time in which they aren’t a child but not yet an adult, reaching for adulthood but still holding on to childhood things, knowing more about life but they haven’t really experienced it yet. It’s hard for parents too, letting go of their little baby. As a Mom, sometimes I want to strangle my son, but most of time I enjoy him immensely.
Anyway, I got to thinking about what I love about my family today.
Another morning. I am the first awake. I’ve gotten the coffee made and the woodstove fire going, and I’m settled on the couch with my laptop and a cup of coffee.
I remember back when there was no such thing as emails, and people wrote letters. Often when I finally received a letter from family or friends, it would say:
This morning I woke up with a sore back, a groggy head, and a grumpy attitude. Not SEVERELY grumpy, but grumpy enough for EJ to ask, “Why are you grumpy?” The grumpy attitude didn’t last very long.
After a winter of above normal temperatures, we plunged into colder yesterday. Last night we let the outside cats inside. They are outside cats because they can’t be fully trusted inside, but we don’t have the heart to leave them outside when it gets cold outside. My cat Rikki-Tikki-Tabby stuck very close to me all evening with loud purrs, and slept on me all night.
Our New Year sort of came in with a whimper.
None of us were feeling all that great on New Year’s Eve. I made our traditional homemade pizza (which no one has been very hungry for), and then was so tired that I took a nap. EJ voted not to watch Lord of the Rings, which is just as well because I wasn’t awake for it. He wanted to watch something that made him laugh, so he watched a marathon of Marx Brothers movies that was on the TMC channel. Time sort of got away from us, and we missed the big Times Square ball drop. Oops. But we had some leftover 4th of July fireworks, so we went outside at midnight and set them off. They would have been interesting to see in the snow, but we had no snow. It was still fun!
Yesterday was a workday.