March 25, 2008
My Mandy is here. There is some talk of my mom getting rid of the dog, since Mandy's so spirited—and my mother isn't getting any younger. If she does, I hope Mom takes her to Pit Bull Hall and "trades her in" for an older, more sedate dog she can keep up with.
But it would make me sad.
I haven't been around much to help, though, lately, and I cannot complain about it.
I can't take her, because my husband doesn't want a dog at all—much less a rambunctious, large-ish one.
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March 24, 2008
I still have miles of clutter to work through; I also have to finish cleaning the downstairs bathroom.
I haven't slept much the past two nights; I spent part of the evening with my mother yesterday evening—and am now thoroughly apprised of all the mistakes I could be making, and what I might be doing wrong, and at least a few things I am doing wrong. When my husband got home yesterday from his run, the mom and Mandy were already here. I followed him into the bedroom and announced that I was definitely having a martini with dinner.
"She's only been here for 45 minutes," he told me.
"She's in rare form," I replied.
The "for sale" sign went up at 9:00 a.m. this morning. At 10:00 a.m. some pushy agent tried to talk his way into the house a day early, because he had a client with him. (As if he hadn't brought her with him on purpose; what'd she do?—materialize suddenly in his car?) I said "no."
The real estate agents' caravan is tomorrow; we have to be finished, and out of here by 9:20 or so. Which means that after I knock off today, I have just over two hours' of daylight in which to finish the windows. And anything else that needs to be done.
Oh, and—my body informs me that I have PMS. So if there were any chance of getting through this week without either crying or screaming at someone, it went out with the estrogen supply.
I'll be here, cleaning my .357 with a grim smile and guzzling red wine. Come on by.
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March 23, 2008
Now I truly know what it means to be a narcissist . . . I could just stare at it for hours:
Thanks, Darrell. I assume you got the face from that lunch with Desert Cat and Daisy Cat last winter?
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March 19, 2008
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March 15, 2008
My great-great-grandfather, bringing people along the Oregon Trail to the West Coast, used to counsel them that laptops were never s reliable as desktop machines, and that they were hard on one's posture. He said that the handiness of being able to call up the Internet while at the reins of the covered wagon was far offset by having to do extra T'ai Chi to bring one's spine back into alignment.
Right again, old man.
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