It has been almost a week and I finally be ready to talk about it. The grief that one feels after a loss like this one really requires some time and distance.
We went to a show and there were dogs. There were lots of dogs. There were young dogs. There were older dogs. There were dogs with signs. It was an awesome day!
If we planned our vacation for July spring might have actually arrived in Chicago before we departed, but as it was we packed for our tenth anniversary trip.
Every year our neighborhood has a mass yard sale. We have never been able to participate before, despite all the decidedly yard-salable goods we have amassed.
I went to the emergency room Saturday morning, not part of my weekend plans. I had a pain above my ankle that was so severe it made me cry to put weight on it.
It isn’t the performance of the stock market or Washington’s inability to reach kind of consensus, though I am certain those things weigh heavy on their minds.
I am pro-greeting card in the a general sense. I like the fact that cards are an inexpensive way to show someone you care. I enjoy receiving cards as well.
Since I had any familiarity with men’s underwear, I have been on Team Boxers. I came to accept the inevitability of tightie-whiteys, but they were unpleasant.
As the holidays approach I enter the traditional state of heightened anxiety with an increased risk of depression. Sound like a public service announcement.
There are shelters that probably need help more than this clean, well-funded establishment, but I am fairly sure that I would want to bring every dog home.