“How in the world is that comfortable with your head hanging off the sofa and your feet in the air?”
As we laugh at the funny things we see, lets remember to be kind.
Do you have those days when you think…why did I get out of bed?? Linda G Hill has a post she shares periodically called “What Day is it Anyway?” so I have one to share with you that I am still not sure was real except for the spot still on my sidewalk when I got home…
Let’s start the day over..(Oh, good grief no) but only with words.
Got to sleep until 7 before the dogs wanted up, which was great as it is usually 6 when they start stiring. Don’t know why I complain as before retiring I was up at 5…but I am retired now…well semi, didn’t like full retirement.
The morning routine was normal – took my shower, had a bagel with cream cheese and was ready in plenty of time to leave for my part time job. I had plenty of time for a quick email to my boys to let them know I love them…it’s a mom thing. I get that done, put the puppy up, gather my lunch bag, my keys, my phone and set the alarm and I am good to go. I open the door and all hell breaks lose…
Scooting right between my legs into the house is a chipmunk aka ground squirrel. My bird feeder attracts them but usually they run from you. Don’t know what spooked him to run towards me…and Mimi, a coonhound/black lab mix, 65 pounds.
And the chase was on. I could not help but think of my friend Carl and his squirrel story as it ran through his house with his two small dogs chasing. Good grief.
Mimi is barking that high pitched coon hound holler/bark thing they do, tables are being knocked about, I chasing both trying to catch the squirrel with a dish towel that was being used as a dust cloth and then…the alarm goes off because I didn’t close the front door. Crap! I got it turned off before it went full bore and called the police, meanwhile squirrel and dog are going nuts but fortunately staying in one room. The squirrel made a dash for the hall but Mimi hit the broom going after him and knocked it down spooking the squirrel who did a quick u-turn right inside the bookcase since the bottom of it was empty. I grabbed the (new) round dog bed and covered him to keep him in there so I could grab him. I am crawling on the floor trying to catch this varmint, and I am sure this was an interesting chuckle for my guarding angel and who ever may have been watching from heaven. You know they do.
Thinking I have him, I get to my feet only for him to wiggle free and fall out of my hands…right into Mimi’s mouth. NO! I screamed and sweet Mimi dropped him but I think the damage was done. He lay there limp but I was able to get him back outside to hopefully regain consciousnesses and run/limp away. I lay him gently in the shady part of my front stoop and went back inside…to start the routine over. Got Mimi settled with a Milk Bone, reset the alarm and out I go. I check on the squirrel and he is still unconscious but seems to be breathing. I look toward my car…wait, where is my car…oh, crap again!! We had a bad storm last night and I moved my car to the garage in case we had hail. The garage is out back with the walkout basement. I park out from so I don’t have to deal with stairs. I lower my head shaking…I am not going back in that house, I will just walk around.
I get to the gate and can’t get it open. Because of the rain, the wood had swollen locking the gate in place. The people who put up my fence really did not understand what all was involved in putting up a fence…I am sure you have read my earlier post of that nightmare and me having to rebuild the front portion of my fence.
Now what? No way can I climb the fence. The triangle hoe thingy was laying there where I dug up some weeds the other day so I used it to slip in the crack between the gate and the fence and pry to gate open…eating up precious time in trying to get to work on time.
Finally got the gate open and I head between my house and my neighbors house to get to the back yard. Got to the garage, no issue, got to the car no issue. So I opened the passenger side door to put in my lunch bag and my breakfast juice and realize…I don’t have my purse. This time its D___!
I get in the car, drive back around to the front of the house to go get my purse. I almost have to body slam the gate to get it open – the hoe is on the ground inside the fence. I go inside, unset the alarm, grab my purse, reset the alarm and finally I am off to work! I did not shut the gate…just in case I needed to come back for some reason.
So, that was my day start…how was yours…
Life is filled with things that can drive us nuts if we let it. It is hard to keep our calm at those times but rewarding when we can. Sometimes we can even chuckle at life as it throws its curve balls. Remember to watch for those curve balls but swing hard for the good pitches. God will reward us when we do. And as always remember to be kind, even when you don’t feel kind…
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, while they are fictional characters by Robert Louis Stevenson, is a phrase we use for people having multiple ways of behaving. I think I can now use that phrase for my new puppy. Precious as she can be but coming from a large litter I think she may have been the alpha pup.
This afternoon, she had her supper, played with Mimi a bit went outside and did all her business so I though it would be safe to go downstairs to discuss supper options. Five minutes. Yea, wrong idea…
Last week a storm came through and I didn’t get the banana tree in before the wind did some damage to the two lower leaves and I had not trimmed them as I should have. Now they were hanging within reach for tug-a-war. The tree obviously lost the battle but maybe not the war. The main stem was not damaged and the ball was okay so we will see.
Reminder to self…puppies can become Mr. Hyde in a heartbeat. Prepare. She spent some time in timeout to settle down and now the vacuum has become public enemy #1. Well, it was noisy, so OK.
And that can be a reminder to us all, that while we can sometime feel like Mr. Hyde we need to remember the damage it can cause. So let us always focus on being kind.