Happiness

Cowboy here. My wife is having an extra sweet day - it's been a while since the last post so I'm posting a bit of an update. One of our Internet friends asked folks to describe the joy they're having today. That seemed like a good topic for discussion.

Joy started early at our house. Woke up to find a beautiful woman asleep next to me. Woke that beautiful woman with serious hugs and kisses. Sar's smiles make my day. Those hugs and kisses are like manna to a starving man. There were pancakes for breakfast, smothered in Sar's special peach brandy syrup. Wasn't expecting that but enjoyed it. (The imp tied a bib around my collar so I didn't get any on my uniform.) Gave her a swat for that.

Was away all morning but home for lunch. The house smelled like fresh baked bread. A favorite soup of mine was on the stove - Rhode Island clam chowder. The oven was on - peach upside down cake. Dropped my briefcase, went into the yard to cut some flowers, spotted Sar up a tree. She was taking aerial photos of the garden, very colorful this time of year.

I caught her around the waist as she climbed down. A hug and a swat followed. With her hip/leg pain she doesn't need to be climbing trees. I was labeled a dominant bully. I agreed.

Our Rott Panda is coughing again. Hard on the animal, hard on Sar. It hurts like hell to see the dog have any discomfort. Sar gives meds, hugs, a lot of comforting whispers, makes the dog's favorite foods. It's taking a toll. I told mia bambina we may have to consider letting the dog go peacefully. The vet says as long as the animal has a decent quality of life, is interested in eating, playing, etc., we should leave well enough alone. Tank has been her mate since they were adopted. He hasn't left her side. This coughing is hard on him as well.

Our God son, Patrick, is at camp. It's a mainstream camp - able bodied youngsters plus youngsters with special needs. Patrick attended last year, enjoyed it to the point that we sent him again. He called yesterday to tell us he's practicing to pitch in a baseball game. This is the young man - 11 this summer - that bats fairly well while someone else runs the bases for him. Don't know how he's going to pitch in leg braces, how he's going to keep his balance but I told him we're rooting for him. They're having visitor's day this weekend. We'll try to get there in time to watch him pitch.

Sar has another checkup. Cardiologist wants to verify that all is working right. The imp isn't any more enthusiastic about the medical appointment than she is about eating vegetables. According to my sources, the doc isn't enthusiastic either. I promised dire retribution if she's uncooperative. I won't repeat what she said but my arm gave an immediate response. I was labeled a Neanderthal. Reminded her that was old news. Now I'm waiting for a new title - Sar said she'd ask you for suggestions.

Cowboy