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Jack

We had to take this guy to Grandma’s house while we did some traveling this summer. I know he’s having fun there, but I want him back.  I want him to look at me with those sad, sad eyes until I get him his dinner. I want him to lay his big heavy head on my lap until I agree to take him outside. I want him to drip water all over the kitchen floor after he gets a drink. Not.

After having him around for 3 years, it’s weird to not have our constant companion with us.  It’s weird not to have to go outside and untangle him from around the trees. Again.

It’s weird to take walks in the neighborhood by myself. Walking by yourself borders dangerously close to exercising and that’s something I try to avoid at all costs.

While we originally got Jack for Dave, he has undoubtedly become a mama’s boy. And why not? Who else will train you for a week not to sleep between the coffee table and the couch and then invite you in the next day to lay on her cold feet? Who else will take you for walks everyday and then lay in the shade with you to cool off? Who else will tell everyone else not to feed you under the table but then drop you choice tidbits from the pan on the stove?

Only 1 more month, Jack. Come home soon, please. Mama has some bacon for you.

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The best sleep

Yesterday we bought Jack a new doggie bed. He hasn’t had one for about a year, and with his bum knee, I was starting to feel bad about him sleeping on the floor. I know, whatever, he’s a dog, I’m a pushover, I get it.

So we bought him this bed. At Sam’s Club. Don’t ask me why they have dog beds at Sam’s, they just do. And when you have to wait an hour for your tires to be rotated (yes, at Sam’s) you walk around and look at everything – twice. 5 gallon bucket of olive oil? Check. 400 pound bag of dog food? Check. At least we didn’t have to buy a package of 12 beds. Just 1, thanks.

Look how much he loves it.  We felt so good about buying our dog this bed! Then a horrifying thought came to us: If it feels this good to buy a bed for a dog- just because you know he’ll love it….how much better will it feel to buy something for our kids – just because they’ll love it?

Yikes.  We’re in trouble here.

No Gas, No Money, No Mailbox, and 1 Smelly Dog

On Saturday I wrote a letter. The old fashioned kind. I had to dig around and find a piece of paper before I could even write it. But it was very important that I write said letter, and equally important that it get mailed on Saturday. It had to go across a few states, and I needed it to get there by the next Wednesday.

I sat down to write the letter at 11 o’clock. The mail usually  comes around 12, so I knew I was pushing it a little bit, but I wasn’t planning on writing a book, just a 1 page letter. Turns out writing letters can be a little harder than you thought. One, there is no backspace, so you must think out what you are going to write before you start writing it.  Two, there is no backspace, so you have to write carefully and try not to end up with lots of scribbles marring your piece of legal paper.

So I wrote the letter, folded it into an envelope, found a stamp, and then realized I needed to look up the address. Time: 11:25. I got this. As I looked up the address, I glanced out the window and……there’s the mailman. Just leaving our mailbox. I seriously considered running outside and asking him to wait while I addressed the envelope, but he was already around the corner before I got out the front door.

After I said a few choice words and stomped around a bit, I grabbed my keys and the addressed letter and headed for the nearest blue mailbox. But first I also grabbed the dog, because it was a nice day and I thought he might enjoy hanging his head out the window of the car.

In college I heard a song with this line: It’s just like liquor stores, mailboxes, and pay phones – whenever you need them they are impossible to find. I don’t even know what band or song it is from, but that line definitely took on new meaning this Saturday.

I thought our nearest mailbox would be down the street at the huge new Kroger shopping center that is just a mile from our house. So when I got in the car and realized there was little to no gas in it, I thought “No big deal. I can make it to Kroger and back. I don’t need my wallet.”  I didn’t even have shoes on – just my slippers.

I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that there was no mailbox at the Kroger. Or at the Walgreens just a little further down the street. I called Dave, and after I finished yelling at him for leaving me a car with no gas and making the mailman come early, he told me to just go to the post office. Good idea, if only I had enough gas. I decided to risk it. The post office closes at 12 on Saturdays, you know, so there was no time to get my wallet, pump gas, etc.

I floored it on over to the post office (8 miles) while the dog decided he didn’t feel like hanging his head out the window after all, but instead wanted to whine and try to crawl from the back seat to the front.

I made it to the post office at 11:47, left the dog in the car (sorry dude) and ran inside. Or tried to run inside. It was closed. They closed at 11. Sweet mercy. Not knowing what else to do, I left the letter in the drop box (last pick up 11am) and stormed back to the car. Stupid mailman, stupid car, stupid dog, stupid post office! If that letter didn’t make it by Wednesday, so what. I had done all I could.  It was not a happy ride home. See if I ever try to mail a letter again.

I received word on Monday that the letter had arrived. On Monday. I still don’t know how that happened. Someone must have looked in that drop box one last time before they headed home. And to that person, I say thank you. Also, I hope you have enough gas in your car to make it home.

I’ll follow the sun

Remember that Beatles song? Tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun.

I love that song. Apparently, so does Jack.

A little armchair reading….

….and baby boy’s blanket.

Because you can’t read a good book without a good blanket to keep you warm. Unless it’s summer, or spring, or January and it happens to be 55 degrees outside. In which case, you should probably get out there and wash your dog. Because he smells. Like corn chips. And winter will come back, don’t you worry, and there won’t be another chance to wash the corn chips off him til the real spring shows up.

I’m sorry, I just had to get that off my chest. The dog needs a bath, but I’m procrastinating. I wonder how long I can keep this up? Want to find out? I’m sure you don’t, but if you’ve stayed with me this long then it looks like you’re going to find out anyway.

Ok, enough chit chat. Down to business.

I’ve got some books to read. And when I say books, I do mean books. Not magazines.  Real life chapter books. Non-fiction. Look, I’ll prove it to you.

I think I’ve started 3 of them, but that picture is kind of far away so I can’t be sure. But yeah, I’m making good progress. Because I’ve got nothing if not free time on my hands. Between looking for Dave’s W-2, getting my background checked in 3 states, getting fingerprinted by the FBI, oh and washing the dog, I’m a veritable bank vault of free time over here. As in, the free time is there, I just can’t get to it. It’s locked down, like a vault (name that movie).

In other news, I’ve started a blanket for our little munchkin. It’s given me no end of trouble, so he’d better appreciate it! I think I’ve got in under control now, but I sure did rip out 2 hours worth of work on it.

Definitely a work in progress. But look at the cool ripple pattern…so retro-y….I think.

Well, that’s all the time we have for today folks. Todays show was brought to you by the letter….procrastinate.

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A Tale of Two Elves