There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed… We are now in the third happy household of my lifetime. Things are still a little unsettled. My mum keeps saying: “There is NO storage space!” but she doesn’t seem to realize she can discard all those heavy cold-weather coats since we apparently won’t be needing them here. Only one room that needed it has been repainted. What little carpet there is leaves much to be desired. The game room, with a pool table, still needs work and the pool, in a different “room”, finally stopped leaking. The garage remains untamed territory. But we DO have patio furniture. I DO have to stand guard poolside. There is something lurking at the bottom of the pool. It appears to be a snake of some sort with a blue and white head. It trolls around the bottom of the pool and gets threateningly close to the edges. Should this pool snake monster take leave of its watery realm and decide to attack, I will be the ready to protect hearth and home. And patio furniture.
Yuki meditating |
Yes. I'm in the closet. |
The holidays came and went with no fanfare. While mum and dad went to visit dad’s
brother for Turkey Day, we had a new dog sitter to train. Her name is Heather.
She should work out just fine. She seems like a quick learner and she gives us
treats. She knows that I am, by far, the cream of the crop in the household and
she tolerates Douggie. I know my mum is always concerned about finding the rogue swollen lymph node but Heather seems to grope me just fine. I really have no intention to let those cancer cells start to take hold again so I'll just have to remain vigilant. And take my vitamins.
Dad sleeping in the hallway |
My new friend Lucy! |
In the “good news” category: I am still in remission and
feeling fabulous. I did manage to meet a sturdy young gal named Lucy who is
also undergoing chemo for lymphoma.
We met a few days before her mum’s wedding. She was supposed to be a
bridesmaid but felt rather poorly that day (some nasty gastronomic disturbance)
so she opted to sleep through the festivities. I was really looking forward to
seeing her in all her fashionable glory but we’ll have to wait for another
opportunity. Her appearance in her gown may not have been as keenly anticipated
as the one at the Inauguration but I’m sure she would have looked as
stunning…in a canine sort of way.
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Mum's Annoying Jewish Friend, Bob Rosenberg |
I have another checkup in 2 weeks and I am expecting
positive results once again. Unfortunately, my mum’s good friend (whom she
addressed – to his face - as “My Annoying Jewish Friend”) lost his long battle
with a never ending litany of cancers.
I had the pleasure spending time with Mr. Rosenberg while domiciled in
Snottsdale, Arizona. He seemed a lovely though gregarious chap. He knew more
than you about everything and never hesitated to let you know this. He would
always remember my chemo appointments and call afterwards to see how I was
feeling. Those kinds of friends are hard to come by and even harder to lose. God
speed, Mr. Rosenberg. Fair winds and following seas.
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Black bear or hairy rugby player? |
I continue to have issues with the Florida excuse for grass.
It’s not up to snuff as far as we are concerned. It's also wearing rather thin in the areas where we tend to romp. And the wildlife in our own
backyard is getting increasingly interesting. A loud, curious badelynge of ducks now shows up regularly and they don't seem to know that we could send them all to an early grave. What brazen fowl they are! I don’t understand why my dad wouldn’t let me out to
play with a rather large hairy creature the other day. He seemed friendly enough. We just
didn’t know how hungry he was so dad saw fit to keep us contained within the
fenced area. Maybe next time.
As always - Keep Calm and Corgi On!