Yesterday, July 17th, would have been my 59th wedding anniversary. My son will be 59 this coming January, so if you do the math you will see that I was pregnant at 15 years old and my son was born 2 months after my 16th birthday. I believe something good always comes out of anything and Michael is my proof of that theory.
I think it was on an Oprah that I first seen the post title. For me it so true, the best time is now. In my daughter's home, my home, we have 2 air conditioners chugging away trying to cool the downstairs of the house. My daughter sleeping soundly on the chesterfield, because the upstairs bedrooms are so warm. My grandson is sleeping soundly on his bed upstairs, because he is 17 and can sleep anywhere, also because he went to work this morning at 7a.m and I picked him up at 3 this afternoon. After I picked him up we had to go to a neighbors and a friend to dig a hole for her to bury her 13 year dog who has doing poorly. I look after these animals when our neighbor/friends go away, the last time I was with them was last weekend. I noticed that the doomed dog was much more alert than she had been. Her owner noticed that too and called the vet and cancelled the needle for now. I was glad, his old dog is a favorite of mine. Puppies are cute but there is something about older dogs that appeal to me, possibly I just identify with them.
Anyway, right now I am only one awake in the house. My daughter goes to work at 10p.m. and finishes at 7a.m. Jonathon goes tomorrow at 7a.m. and I will be up to drive him and I will pick him up again tomorrow at 3p.m. It is nice how everything works in this home, we are all willing to make adjustments to accommodate each other, I think that is what makes it a happy home, we all love each other and we all know it.
I think I have written about Tic our new dog, but here goes again. When Poppy died, Six, our German Shepherd, did some serious grieving. She stopped eating, barely drank water and after 4 days she would go out on the deck every night and howl. The howling was so sad and so mournful that we began to worry about her health, particularly since she wasn't eating. My daughter, this wise and wonderful woman, decided that we needed another dog for Six. If you knew Six you would know how ridiculous this sounded. Six doesn't like anything or anyone who isn't part of her pack; most of her pack live in this house. I swear this dog can smell DNA, because if someone comes to visit who is blood related they are safe from her wrath, however if you are not a blood relative you have to watch it. Anyway for Six we got a puppy Labradoodle. Her name is Luna(tic). I call her Tic. Just to let you know, Six does not have a maternal bone in her body, she has never been fixed and she has never let a male dog come anywhere near her, so her maternal is zero except for her pack (us). When we first brought Tic home I though OMG she will be a sacrificial lamb, in this case puppy. That was 7 months ago and Tic is still with us. The only time she ever suffered at the teeth of Six was when she literally jumped into the snarling mouth of Six, my daughter and I witnessed the suicidal puppy when this happened... ..They co exist now and Six stopped howling right after Tic arrived. One day I want to do a post on Six, who I call Lady and Luna who I call Tic. It will be called "Lady And The Tic". Happy July All.
Thursday, July 18th, 2013.....7:15p.m.
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