I had hoped to update the blog last night but I was on a sugar high. When I came down I could barely keep my eyes open. We had severe thunderstorms which meant we had just a few trick-or-treaters. Wunderbar! More chocolate for me!
I ate the first stash of candy Cowboy bought so when he came home with a 2nd stash... he stuck it in a cabinet sooooo high, standing on a chair wasn't tall enough for me to reach. No couth. I waited till he left the house and heaved one chair on top of another. Climbed up... I climb trees you know - this was a piece of cake - and retrieved the goodies. Ate about half, hid the rest for another time. If he doesn't want me to touch it, he ought to buy candy I won't eat.
Naturally the couthless Neanderthal checked the cabinet the morning of Halloween. He glared at me. I, of course, never admit to guilt of any kind. There's candy, chocolate, Twinkies et al in the house... it's mine. I don't understand his problem. So he went out and bought more. LOL! Then we had severe thunderstorms. Yes! There is an angel watching out for me. So I picked up a novel, cuddled in front of the fire, the chocolate stash on my lap and had a terrific evening. The giant squid also had a book to read, drank some wine and only got up when an intrepid and drenched goblin came to the door. A great Halloween night!
Was chatting with a friend the other night - don't remember how the subject came up but I mentioned something about not being able to visualize the giant squid as a little boy. I said I had pictures his mom gave me - Cowboy dressed up for Halloween as a super hero! So cute! She suggested I send the pics to The Navy Times. I think I'll enlarge a few of them, hang them on the Xmas tree, share them with friends. They should get a few laughs. Because Cowboy reads the blog and often contributes to it, I've already sent the photos to be enlarged. I'm sure he'll have something to say about it - Yes, I'm sitting while I can.
And on the subject of being an angel... I sent a note to Santa to let him know how good I've been lately. True, my health has limited my activities but so what! Good is good regardless and I have to tell you being THAT good is downright boring. His Holiness gave me a swat the other day for NOTHING! It wasn't a sweet one either so I think I should do something to justify it. Thinking... and open to suggestions.
Surgery in about 3 weeks - feeling pretty good but still tire easily. Working the dogs in the house so they can burn a little energy; Cowboy takes them for a walk - one at a time - one always stays with me. It's cool out but not really cold. My over protective husband is concerned I'll catch cold and have to delay surgery. He's a true worry wort. I told him I loaded up on orange jelly bellies, green M&Ms, cantaloupe and honeydew mellon. I'm positive that's as much Vit. C as a person needs. No need to write to him and fill him with other food ideas. I've got it covered.
Not cooking or baking these days, eating what the squid fixes. Fortunately he doesn't say too much when I ignore the green things he puts on the table. He tells me he's keeping score. I no longer remind him how o-l-d he is and how his memory is totally shot. I'm good that way.
~Sar~
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sneaking Online
Yes, it's me! I have a brand new laptop, unfortunately Windows Vista but soon to be upgraded to Windows 7. Vista is the pits! Cowboy and our host are outside trying to determine if the high winds we are experiencing will dislodge the satellite dish. Heaven forbid they should miss a football game. I think it's football; could be baseball. Whatever.
I'm feeling pretty darn good all things considered. Should be in tip-top shape to undergo surgery. Docs have said the surgery is routine and I should be back to normal (mischief) in about a week. This is a great relief because it's very stressful to be so well behaved. Cowboy said I have run up a list of "naughties" that need to be addressed. Honestly, the man is delusional. And then there's his memory. It's shot! I'm sure he disremembers things. And... he's O-L-D! Old people (especially men) have lousy memories.
My SweetPea and BullyBoy are with us. We left Tank at home. Tank's showing his age - almost nine now. And he still misses his mate, Panda, sleeping with her toys and keeping her old collar under his muzzle when he's on his bed.
It's lovely here on the East coast - leaves turning, lots of red and orange and gold. The house we're staying in is over 4,000 feet elevation. Lots of cloud cover in the morning. There are two decks; one on the main floor and one in the basement. I checked out the basement deck; got two good breaths in before a Neanderthal hauled me back inside. The man is totally lacking in couth. When his arm looked like it was about to descend in the direction of my teeeny tiny butt, I reminded him I wasn't 100%. He said if I could stay out on the deck in the early morning air, he could justifiably swat me. Tsk. Did I mention he's often delusional?
And... I hear him coming into the house. Time to regroup and jump back into bed... I'll catch up with you again soon.
~Sar
I'm feeling pretty darn good all things considered. Should be in tip-top shape to undergo surgery. Docs have said the surgery is routine and I should be back to normal (mischief) in about a week. This is a great relief because it's very stressful to be so well behaved. Cowboy said I have run up a list of "naughties" that need to be addressed. Honestly, the man is delusional. And then there's his memory. It's shot! I'm sure he disremembers things. And... he's O-L-D! Old people (especially men) have lousy memories.
My SweetPea and BullyBoy are with us. We left Tank at home. Tank's showing his age - almost nine now. And he still misses his mate, Panda, sleeping with her toys and keeping her old collar under his muzzle when he's on his bed.
It's lovely here on the East coast - leaves turning, lots of red and orange and gold. The house we're staying in is over 4,000 feet elevation. Lots of cloud cover in the morning. There are two decks; one on the main floor and one in the basement. I checked out the basement deck; got two good breaths in before a Neanderthal hauled me back inside. The man is totally lacking in couth. When his arm looked like it was about to descend in the direction of my teeeny tiny butt, I reminded him I wasn't 100%. He said if I could stay out on the deck in the early morning air, he could justifiably swat me. Tsk. Did I mention he's often delusional?
And... I hear him coming into the house. Time to regroup and jump back into bed... I'll catch up with you again soon.
~Sar
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Another Update
Cowboy here. Currently we're on the east coast, have a medical consultation with a team of medics over the next few days. Sar will have surgery @ 3rd week of November - before Thanksgiving - in a major trauma center that has been successful dealing with her particular gastro-intestinal needs. If all goes well her hospital stay should be brief. A week of recuperation at a friend's home and then back to the west coast.
In the interim, my wife has been "doing her own thing." If I don't have to leave the house too early I make her breakfast - eggs or pancakes - something filling and healthy. If left on her own, the imp will consume a full pot of coffee, eat a half gallon of ice cream or a box of twinkies for breakfast. When I ask her what she ate, she gets that innocent look on her face and lies through her teeth. When I ask if she's telling the truth, she says "maybe." I let her know her "safe status" will soon be over. The woman laughs.
She wants a puppy - preferably 2 - for Christmas. Her Rott and Mastiff are getting up there in years and Sar wants to start training new pups to take over when the other 2 retire. I'm giving this serious consideration. I'll contact the breeders where we got SweetPea and BullyBoy and see if they are expecting litters that will be ready for adoption around the holidays. Puppies in the house make for good entertainment but a lot of work. Sar's been through a lot this past year; if this will make her happy, it's worth serious thought. The downside is that she may not be strong enough by Christmas to start dealing with the demands of training fast-growing pups. Rotts and Mastiffs are known for their strength and stubborness.
Some of you have asked about our good friends David and Bull. David is in the Solomons helping the relief effort from recent tsunamis. Bull has a steady girlfriend. Don't know any details, met her once, very pretty.
The imp has been climbing stairs. If she thinks this will lead to climbing trees, her "safe status" will end abruptly. She's been pushing limits and so far I've given her a lot of slack. That can't last forever. I am happy to report she's been tinkering with a few unfinished stories - a few sentences here and there. Bottom line: she's a bit stronger and healthier every day. There's more healing in her future but things are looking up.
Cowboy
In the interim, my wife has been "doing her own thing." If I don't have to leave the house too early I make her breakfast - eggs or pancakes - something filling and healthy. If left on her own, the imp will consume a full pot of coffee, eat a half gallon of ice cream or a box of twinkies for breakfast. When I ask her what she ate, she gets that innocent look on her face and lies through her teeth. When I ask if she's telling the truth, she says "maybe." I let her know her "safe status" will soon be over. The woman laughs.
She wants a puppy - preferably 2 - for Christmas. Her Rott and Mastiff are getting up there in years and Sar wants to start training new pups to take over when the other 2 retire. I'm giving this serious consideration. I'll contact the breeders where we got SweetPea and BullyBoy and see if they are expecting litters that will be ready for adoption around the holidays. Puppies in the house make for good entertainment but a lot of work. Sar's been through a lot this past year; if this will make her happy, it's worth serious thought. The downside is that she may not be strong enough by Christmas to start dealing with the demands of training fast-growing pups. Rotts and Mastiffs are known for their strength and stubborness.
Some of you have asked about our good friends David and Bull. David is in the Solomons helping the relief effort from recent tsunamis. Bull has a steady girlfriend. Don't know any details, met her once, very pretty.
The imp has been climbing stairs. If she thinks this will lead to climbing trees, her "safe status" will end abruptly. She's been pushing limits and so far I've given her a lot of slack. That can't last forever. I am happy to report she's been tinkering with a few unfinished stories - a few sentences here and there. Bottom line: she's a bit stronger and healthier every day. There's more healing in her future but things are looking up.
Cowboy
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Imp Update
Cowboy here. My wife is slowly - very slowly - recovering. The medics are pleased with her progress but she has a bit more healing to do before she can undergo surgery to correct the problem. Thought surgery would take place early October; looks like November will be the earliest.
For now, Sar is awake most of the day, out of bed under her own steam several hours each time, looking more like herself. I know she's feeling better; she's back to making demands-- twinkies, chocolate, green jelly beans. She ate Mac & cheese for breakfast. (Had to make it for the dogs.) She's put on some much needed weight-about 7 lbs-which puts her past the 100 lb mark. For this I am grateful. Hoping this continues; she could use another 10-15 lbs.
Did I mention the imp's taught the dogs to "sing" on command? Driving me nuts. Her friend Alli is here from Chicago. The 2 of them with their heads together is about as daunting as looking down the barrel of an AK47. No telling what mischief those 2 are brewing.
Sar thinks she can do pretty much what she's always done but her body doesn't always cooperate. She continues to tire easily. Naps aren't as frequent but she does rest often. We've had a bit of rain which makes her happy and keeps her calm. I hold her on my lap and watch the rain with her. She says I hold her so she doesn't go out in it. That's 1 reason. Holding her makes me happy.
Alli is encouraging the imp to write. I bought her a new laptop for just that purpose. We'll see. I've kept her up to date on the email she's received from you. Both of us appreciate your many good wishes for her recovery.
Cowboy
For now, Sar is awake most of the day, out of bed under her own steam several hours each time, looking more like herself. I know she's feeling better; she's back to making demands-- twinkies, chocolate, green jelly beans. She ate Mac & cheese for breakfast. (Had to make it for the dogs.) She's put on some much needed weight-about 7 lbs-which puts her past the 100 lb mark. For this I am grateful. Hoping this continues; she could use another 10-15 lbs.
Did I mention the imp's taught the dogs to "sing" on command? Driving me nuts. Her friend Alli is here from Chicago. The 2 of them with their heads together is about as daunting as looking down the barrel of an AK47. No telling what mischief those 2 are brewing.
Sar thinks she can do pretty much what she's always done but her body doesn't always cooperate. She continues to tire easily. Naps aren't as frequent but she does rest often. We've had a bit of rain which makes her happy and keeps her calm. I hold her on my lap and watch the rain with her. She says I hold her so she doesn't go out in it. That's 1 reason. Holding her makes me happy.
Alli is encouraging the imp to write. I bought her a new laptop for just that purpose. We'll see. I've kept her up to date on the email she's received from you. Both of us appreciate your many good wishes for her recovery.
Cowboy
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Friends--
Cowboy here. I have been remiss in not letting you know why Sar hasn't updated this site the last couple of months. She's been hospitalized since early August - what started out as a minor bit of surgery turned into a major issue. All the details are a bit overwhelming; the bottom line is that she had scar tissue from previous surgeries in her intestinal tract that was partially blocking food passage. That problem was cleared up - Sar was recuperating and about to be released when her temp spiked. Bouts of intestinal distress followed.
Both kidneys shut down, other "abdomen" organs stopped functioning and as luck would have it, gall stones AND at least 1 kidney stone were the culprits. Stones were "passed" and stones were "stuck." It was touch & go for a while. The medics kept Sar sedated or semi-sedated to relieve pain. She was unaware of most of the treatments, surgeries etc. I brought her home a few days ago. She's very weak but healing well. When she is stronger and her insides are functioning at normal or near normal strength, she'll go back in and have her gall bladder removed.
It's been a stressful time for both of us. Our closest friends have been at her side along with me. We spent a great deal of time in consultation with the medics, wating outside the operating theatre and watching her breathe.
Many of you have sent her birthday greetings and email asking why she hasn't been around. I thank you on her behalf. It will be a while before she's up to replying. I'll try to post her progress more frequently. For now I'm grateful that she's home and on her way back to better health.
Cowboy
Both kidneys shut down, other "abdomen" organs stopped functioning and as luck would have it, gall stones AND at least 1 kidney stone were the culprits. Stones were "passed" and stones were "stuck." It was touch & go for a while. The medics kept Sar sedated or semi-sedated to relieve pain. She was unaware of most of the treatments, surgeries etc. I brought her home a few days ago. She's very weak but healing well. When she is stronger and her insides are functioning at normal or near normal strength, she'll go back in and have her gall bladder removed.
It's been a stressful time for both of us. Our closest friends have been at her side along with me. We spent a great deal of time in consultation with the medics, wating outside the operating theatre and watching her breathe.
Many of you have sent her birthday greetings and email asking why she hasn't been around. I thank you on her behalf. It will be a while before she's up to replying. I'll try to post her progress more frequently. For now I'm grateful that she's home and on her way back to better health.
Cowboy
Saturday, June 27, 2009
I'm Bad!
Cowboy says I'm genetically naughty. I think it's unfair to accuse me of naughty stuff; mischief just seems to be attracted to my willing personality... I think.
Have recently realized that Admirals do not actually retire from the Navy. My husband is not inclined to be one of those retired (read distinguished) officers who suddenly appear on a major news channel and opine on battles, war zones, and other commanding officers' plans for peace here, there and most everywhere. Instead, he allows the powers that be to consult with him privately. If I thought he had VOLUNTEERED... I'd do something downright awful - not mischievous, of course.
So... after leaving me to wander around the Carolinas, he flew to DC to have a private chat with some military mucky-muck about something that was on a "need to know" basis and I didn't need to know. Tsk. Have I ever mentioned that man's lack of couth?
He came home for a while - ate like he'd been starving. I guess peachy stuff cravings got to him.
"It's you, bambina. Mi manchi I missed you."
Yeah. He missed me so much, he left a few days later. I knew not to ask where he was headed but a helo plucked him from the yard. NO peaches for the squid until he's home again. Double tsk. From wherever he's going, he's returning to the Carolinas to look around some more.
When he called, he asked if I was eating.
Is there a weird moon out there? Of course, I'm eating. OLIVER is my favorite Broadway play. "Food! Glorious food!"
I ate Mac and cheese for breakfast - 5 boxes for me and the critters. I made homemade French vanilla extra creamy ice cream and ate that for lunch. I threw in a few blueberries to assuage my guilt then remembered I don't suffer guilt pains. Food pains, yes. Guilt pains, no. For supper I had a LARGE bag of potato chips and SweetPea, BullyBoy and Tank and I have been working on the squid's wine cellar. None of us are good wine drinkers but we give it a try. BullyBoy burps a lot. SweetPea passes out. I did, too. Woke up on Tank's bed with the beast's head on my chest. Thought a piece of furniture fell on top of me.
I'm thinking pasta primavera for breakfast tomorrow... with a little wine.
Bull came by this evening. He's back on active duty. He promised to cover me with a blanket if I passed out and if I cook something wonderful for him, he won't tell the Neanderthal I live with about the wine. Sometimes I think the marine is a few cans short of a six-pack. Cowboy will see the wine cellar isn't as full as it was when he left. Naturally, I'll accuse the pups of theft. He'll say something smart like "Who opened the bottles of wine for them?" I'll say something sassy like "the wine fairy?" He'll attempt a swat; I'll do something naughty. Tsk. I think life in our house is way too predictable. Help me out with an acceptable response, okay?
David called several times already to remind me not to be naughty. Honestly folks, is there a "mischief" pandemic going on. I'm as innocent as a babe and pure as the driven snow. No mischief around me. Well... maybe it's something in the wind. I mean... I don't even like wine. And I better check the chocolate stashes and make sure there's enough to last a while...
On a sad note, one of the beautiful Beluga whales at the zoo died recently. Depressing. I jumped in the pool one day to swim with them. Nobody at the zoo was happy about that but the people visiting the zoo encouraged me. I don't need a lot of encouragement to get into mischief. Oops! I won't tell you what the squid said... and did. About his stuffy old-man ways and his total lack of couth... if they sold it at Sear's AND JC Penny's, I'd buy out both inventories but I don't think that would be enough. He's very tall, bossy too.
Okey dokey, time to plop ice cream into a bowl of wine. I mean glass of wine, honest.
~Sar~
Have recently realized that Admirals do not actually retire from the Navy. My husband is not inclined to be one of those retired (read distinguished) officers who suddenly appear on a major news channel and opine on battles, war zones, and other commanding officers' plans for peace here, there and most everywhere. Instead, he allows the powers that be to consult with him privately. If I thought he had VOLUNTEERED... I'd do something downright awful - not mischievous, of course.
So... after leaving me to wander around the Carolinas, he flew to DC to have a private chat with some military mucky-muck about something that was on a "need to know" basis and I didn't need to know. Tsk. Have I ever mentioned that man's lack of couth?
He came home for a while - ate like he'd been starving. I guess peachy stuff cravings got to him.
"It's you, bambina. Mi manchi I missed you."
Yeah. He missed me so much, he left a few days later. I knew not to ask where he was headed but a helo plucked him from the yard. NO peaches for the squid until he's home again. Double tsk. From wherever he's going, he's returning to the Carolinas to look around some more.
When he called, he asked if I was eating.
Is there a weird moon out there? Of course, I'm eating. OLIVER is my favorite Broadway play. "Food! Glorious food!"
I ate Mac and cheese for breakfast - 5 boxes for me and the critters. I made homemade French vanilla extra creamy ice cream and ate that for lunch. I threw in a few blueberries to assuage my guilt then remembered I don't suffer guilt pains. Food pains, yes. Guilt pains, no. For supper I had a LARGE bag of potato chips and SweetPea, BullyBoy and Tank and I have been working on the squid's wine cellar. None of us are good wine drinkers but we give it a try. BullyBoy burps a lot. SweetPea passes out. I did, too. Woke up on Tank's bed with the beast's head on my chest. Thought a piece of furniture fell on top of me.
I'm thinking pasta primavera for breakfast tomorrow... with a little wine.
Bull came by this evening. He's back on active duty. He promised to cover me with a blanket if I passed out and if I cook something wonderful for him, he won't tell the Neanderthal I live with about the wine. Sometimes I think the marine is a few cans short of a six-pack. Cowboy will see the wine cellar isn't as full as it was when he left. Naturally, I'll accuse the pups of theft. He'll say something smart like "Who opened the bottles of wine for them?" I'll say something sassy like "the wine fairy?" He'll attempt a swat; I'll do something naughty. Tsk. I think life in our house is way too predictable. Help me out with an acceptable response, okay?
David called several times already to remind me not to be naughty. Honestly folks, is there a "mischief" pandemic going on. I'm as innocent as a babe and pure as the driven snow. No mischief around me. Well... maybe it's something in the wind. I mean... I don't even like wine. And I better check the chocolate stashes and make sure there's enough to last a while...
On a sad note, one of the beautiful Beluga whales at the zoo died recently. Depressing. I jumped in the pool one day to swim with them. Nobody at the zoo was happy about that but the people visiting the zoo encouraged me. I don't need a lot of encouragement to get into mischief. Oops! I won't tell you what the squid said... and did. About his stuffy old-man ways and his total lack of couth... if they sold it at Sear's AND JC Penny's, I'd buy out both inventories but I don't think that would be enough. He's very tall, bossy too.
Okey dokey, time to plop ice cream into a bowl of wine. I mean glass of wine, honest.
~Sar~
Friday, June 05, 2009
Catchin' Up
Hi! Remember me? Sometimes, I'm not sure who I am either. Life has been chaotic and before I know it, the day has flown by and I'm too pooped to think of anything but bed.
Cowboy flew to Baltimore for the Preakness race, then spent a few days at the Naval Academy. He met up with a few old buddies and since I didn't see any "arrest" reports on the evening news, I guess they had a designated driver and/or were too old to get into any real trouble. Speaking of o-l-d... he just had a birthday. More about that later.
While he was away, the critters and I were on our own - except David and Bull who dropped by here and there to EAT! I'm trying some new recipes and they're the taste testers. A couple I will NEVER make again - pepper and/or cardamon in brownies is just plain awful. (I should try them in peach dishes...)
I haven't written anything in almost a year but lately, some characters are yelling in my head. They want to get out. It's a possibility they'll make it to my web site in the not-too-distant future.
And... David's retirement ceremony was held over Memorial Day weekend. We flew in and out of DC, stayed long enough to witness the ceremony, attend the retirement ball and take the red-eye home. David stayed. He has a condo in the area and wanted to spend time with friends. He'll be home this weekend. While we were at the retirement ball, one of Cowboy's former subordinate officers - a sexy brunette Lieutenant Commander with Dolly Parton attributes - asked Cowboy to dance. I said his dance card was already full. She ignored me and in a most unlady-like manner, pulled the Neanderthal onto the dance floor. Since he didn't object, I said - very quietly, of course - that I had no one to dance with. Didn't take long to fill my own dance card... which did not please my husband. I think he was jealous; that always makes me happy.
Later, Cowboy said it was only one damn dance!
Tsk. That man swears at the oddest times. Such ungentlemanly behavior. I told him that was conduct unbecoming an officer and that it was a good thing he had already retired. I suspect he was inclined to let his hand respond but fortunately, David whisked me away for a dance.
Some squids simply lack couth. (Not that marines are any better.)
I slept on the flight home because... that's what I do.
Meanwhile, Harpo and Lucy Ricardo, the Dobie pups we're fostering have been moved to the outdoor kennels. Joining them is Hawthorne, the Leonburger mix.
I let all 3 dogs join my 3... in the backyard to play and it's a real joy to see my Rotts interact with the younger dogs. BullyBoy plays only for a short while, then lays on his back airing out his undies while they play. They have to jump over the beast when they zip across the yard.
Interestingly enough, Hawthorne stands on his hind legs against a tree when I'm climbing it. I think he wants to climb, too. He also whimpers when I'm reclined on a high branch.
Cowboy doesn't lean when he spots me up there in the sky. He glares, growls, threatens, and in general, disrupts the quiet of the afternoon. Did I mention a lack of couth?
"Did I mention a blazing fire on your parte inferiore bottom?
Tsk.
I managed to dance at the last full moon. That old man I live with isn't quite as swift as he used to be...
SWAT!
I was able to wear my new leg warmers and danced clear across the yard and back before he caught me! T'was glorious!
So was the fun that followed. Did you know there's a full 9-piece band hidden in my backyard! It played right on cue!
Cowboy had a birthday a few days ago. We had a small party - just a few friends - one of them is a fireman. I purposely invited him and his wife because there was an inferno of candles on Cowboy's cake...
SWAT!
The giant squid is sooooo old it took all of us plus him to blow the candles out.
SWAT!
Tsk. The truth hurts, huh?
He had a variety of peachy sweets and that made him very happy. However, his memory is totally shot. He couldn't remember how old he was so the birthday spanking that somehow landed on my backside was started and stopped several times over because he kept losing count. Between you and me, I think he does that on purpose.
Got an email from a reader about my story site. It seems she recognized one of my stories... It was posted on another site, plagiarized by someone who posted it as her own. Unfortunately, that's one of the downsides to the Internet. Even though all my work is copyrighted and registered with the U.S. Library of Congress, some folks think you'll never notice. Very sad.
Do I owe you an email? Probably. I haven't been online that much in the last few months - traveling, cooking for a crowd, creating fiber art, more traveling, etc. Eventually I'll write back. Please know I haven't forgotten you, am not ignoring you, just busy as I've ever been.
It's June, it's summer... I'm thinking about the upcoming 4th of July picnic, red/white/blue cupcakes, doggie get together in my yard, homemade Twinkies, the stash of jelly beans I discovered in the hall closet, Lindor white chocolate truffles. I ate about half of a very large package of them when I was browsing in the bookstore. Can't remember if I paid for them... Also fondling my new-ish leg warmers and in my head, choreographing a sexy dance for the next full moon.
~Sar~
Cowboy flew to Baltimore for the Preakness race, then spent a few days at the Naval Academy. He met up with a few old buddies and since I didn't see any "arrest" reports on the evening news, I guess they had a designated driver and/or were too old to get into any real trouble. Speaking of o-l-d... he just had a birthday. More about that later.
While he was away, the critters and I were on our own - except David and Bull who dropped by here and there to EAT! I'm trying some new recipes and they're the taste testers. A couple I will NEVER make again - pepper and/or cardamon in brownies is just plain awful. (I should try them in peach dishes...)
I haven't written anything in almost a year but lately, some characters are yelling in my head. They want to get out. It's a possibility they'll make it to my web site in the not-too-distant future.
And... David's retirement ceremony was held over Memorial Day weekend. We flew in and out of DC, stayed long enough to witness the ceremony, attend the retirement ball and take the red-eye home. David stayed. He has a condo in the area and wanted to spend time with friends. He'll be home this weekend. While we were at the retirement ball, one of Cowboy's former subordinate officers - a sexy brunette Lieutenant Commander with Dolly Parton attributes - asked Cowboy to dance. I said his dance card was already full. She ignored me and in a most unlady-like manner, pulled the Neanderthal onto the dance floor. Since he didn't object, I said - very quietly, of course - that I had no one to dance with. Didn't take long to fill my own dance card... which did not please my husband. I think he was jealous; that always makes me happy.
Later, Cowboy said it was only one damn dance!
Tsk. That man swears at the oddest times. Such ungentlemanly behavior. I told him that was conduct unbecoming an officer and that it was a good thing he had already retired. I suspect he was inclined to let his hand respond but fortunately, David whisked me away for a dance.
Some squids simply lack couth. (Not that marines are any better.)
I slept on the flight home because... that's what I do.
Meanwhile, Harpo and Lucy Ricardo, the Dobie pups we're fostering have been moved to the outdoor kennels. Joining them is Hawthorne, the Leonburger mix.
I let all 3 dogs join my 3... in the backyard to play and it's a real joy to see my Rotts interact with the younger dogs. BullyBoy plays only for a short while, then lays on his back airing out his undies while they play. They have to jump over the beast when they zip across the yard.
Interestingly enough, Hawthorne stands on his hind legs against a tree when I'm climbing it. I think he wants to climb, too. He also whimpers when I'm reclined on a high branch.
Cowboy doesn't lean when he spots me up there in the sky. He glares, growls, threatens, and in general, disrupts the quiet of the afternoon. Did I mention a lack of couth?
"Did I mention a blazing fire on your parte inferiore bottom?
Tsk.
I managed to dance at the last full moon. That old man I live with isn't quite as swift as he used to be...
SWAT!
I was able to wear my new leg warmers and danced clear across the yard and back before he caught me! T'was glorious!
So was the fun that followed. Did you know there's a full 9-piece band hidden in my backyard! It played right on cue!
Cowboy had a birthday a few days ago. We had a small party - just a few friends - one of them is a fireman. I purposely invited him and his wife because there was an inferno of candles on Cowboy's cake...
SWAT!
The giant squid is sooooo old it took all of us plus him to blow the candles out.
SWAT!
Tsk. The truth hurts, huh?
He had a variety of peachy sweets and that made him very happy. However, his memory is totally shot. He couldn't remember how old he was so the birthday spanking that somehow landed on my backside was started and stopped several times over because he kept losing count. Between you and me, I think he does that on purpose.
Got an email from a reader about my story site. It seems she recognized one of my stories... It was posted on another site, plagiarized by someone who posted it as her own. Unfortunately, that's one of the downsides to the Internet. Even though all my work is copyrighted and registered with the U.S. Library of Congress, some folks think you'll never notice. Very sad.
Do I owe you an email? Probably. I haven't been online that much in the last few months - traveling, cooking for a crowd, creating fiber art, more traveling, etc. Eventually I'll write back. Please know I haven't forgotten you, am not ignoring you, just busy as I've ever been.
It's June, it's summer... I'm thinking about the upcoming 4th of July picnic, red/white/blue cupcakes, doggie get together in my yard, homemade Twinkies, the stash of jelly beans I discovered in the hall closet, Lindor white chocolate truffles. I ate about half of a very large package of them when I was browsing in the bookstore. Can't remember if I paid for them... Also fondling my new-ish leg warmers and in my head, choreographing a sexy dance for the next full moon.
~Sar~
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