Oh Joy! Today is the first day of Run Amok Week! I'm so excited I can barely stand it. The giant squid is in full Neanderthal mode; I'm soooo proud I can do that to him.
In case you weren't aware of the week… Santa's "naughty/nice" list ends Christmas Eve when the jolly old fat guy shows up to do his thing. The new list doesn't begin until January 1st. So that leaves a WHOLE week with nobody taking notes, keeping score and being disagreeably Neanderthal-like. It's a week to run amok! No swats, spanks; you are home F-R-E-E!
This morning, I made oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon for the giant squid, a milkshake for me, oatmeal and bourbon infested eggnog for the pups to wash it down. I thought His Holiness would go through the roof.
"My bourbon" he shouted.
Tsk. He can't drink alllll of it and besides, SweetPea and BullyBoy were thirsty; oatmeal does that. Later I let them sample the cheese puffs I made along with some of the wine that had been sitting around for a while. My pups snored it off all afternoon. Such mellow pups.
I sat on Cowboy's lap while I ate half a box of chocolate turtles and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Chocolate does that to me. Just when he was getting ready to do one of those caveman – over the shoulder maneuvers – and take us somewhere with more privacy, the phone rang. I continued to eat the chocolate and do a slow strip tease in front of him. He was watching me and trying to be civil while talking on the phone. It was a real challenge. He mumbled a few responses to the caller and had to repeat himself several times. When he finally ended the call, I was halfway up the stairs. The pups were between me and the frustrated man I married in the last century.
"Come and get me," I sang. (I also put the pups in a sit/stay/watch mode. Cowboy didn't have a chance to get past them to me.)
He yelled!
Tsk! No couth.
He made threats.
I laughed. "It's Run Amok Week! All rules are null and void."
"That's what you think," he growled. (He growls a lot when he doesn't get his way immediately.)
"What's it worth?" I asked, stripping my undies off, tossing them at him.
"Anything!" (What a frustrated man!)
Anything? LOL! I am so good at being naughty. I will make the man pay up allll week.
Okay, time to up the ante. I think I shall go slide down the banister in my new lingerie. Be sure to run amok. It only happens once a year. Let your creativity shine! Mine doesn't need any polishing.
Running amok… before I run out of steam.
~Sar~
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Bloody Mary
Do you imbibe alcoholic drinks? I'm fond of Kahlua on the rocks and the occasional sip - sometimes a glass - of wine. It has to be really good wine. One glass is my limit; then I fall asleep. The giant squid drinks mostly wine but now and then he wants a drink. He likes Bloody Marys. So the other night he asked if I'd make him one since I was already in the kitchen trying to convince the mastiff to eat the ickkkk left over broccoli that I had smothered in cheese. The mastiff wasn't buying it.
I pour the vodka into the glass, reach for the tomato juice... no tomato juice but we do have a can of V8. I substituted that. One crummy stalk of celery that looked half dead. Threw that away and checked to see what other green ugly was lying around. Found these teeny tiny little cabbages a.k.a. Brussels sprouts... threw those in, put a smile on my face and gave the drink to my lover.
He thanked me with a smile, buried his nose back into the scintillating book he was reading (some Navy nonsense) and took a GIANT swallow of the bloody Mary. Choked, made a god-awful sound and leaped up from his chair. I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen and got under the table with the mastiff. The rott was in another part of the house doing his usual evening routine - trying to drown one of the cats in the commode.
"SARADORA!" The man can really yell. You'd think he would have been more appreciative of my efforts. Naturally the rott came running... sniffed the bloody Mary and sneezed in it. I stayed in the kitchen with the mastiff.
"You can't spank me," I reminded him, still recuperating from surgery, etc. He muttered something in Italian. I don't think I've ever heard that particular phrase before...
Yes, I'm feeling better. Out of bed several hours a day, might even break down and cook a meal soon. Family is here; tis wonderful to have them with us. Snow on the ground - 22 inches of white stuff. When I woke up this morning and saw all that glorious snow I felt a warm (HOT)presence step up behind me. It said (hissed) words like snow angel, burning butt, and sleeping belly down till Christmas 2020 if I even thought about going out in it.
Truly the man is a baboon butthead!
Of course I thought about it. But having been feeling less than 100% for far too long, I pushed it to the back burner for now. 22 inches would make a really nice deep snow angel. I gave my word to His Holiness that I wouldn't be making snow angels any time this week. (I didn't say anything about next week, however. Just keeping my options open.)
As for the bloody Mary, I won't try to bartender again any time soon. The giant squid settled for a glass of wine; I poured Kahlua all over a pint of French Vanilla ice cream. Delicious.
Noticed that my blog is being hacked regularly. Was told by blogspot folks to delete gadgets and widgets - did that - still hacked occasionally. May have to delete the blog and start a new one at a different url if this keeps up. If I do this I'll have no way of letting you know unless you're on the "announce list" -bottom of index page here and at story website to join if you're interested.
Might not get online before Christmas/New Years. Wishing all of you the joys of the season and a happy, healthy and joyous new year.
~Sar~
I pour the vodka into the glass, reach for the tomato juice... no tomato juice but we do have a can of V8. I substituted that. One crummy stalk of celery that looked half dead. Threw that away and checked to see what other green ugly was lying around. Found these teeny tiny little cabbages a.k.a. Brussels sprouts... threw those in, put a smile on my face and gave the drink to my lover.
He thanked me with a smile, buried his nose back into the scintillating book he was reading (some Navy nonsense) and took a GIANT swallow of the bloody Mary. Choked, made a god-awful sound and leaped up from his chair. I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen and got under the table with the mastiff. The rott was in another part of the house doing his usual evening routine - trying to drown one of the cats in the commode.
"SARADORA!" The man can really yell. You'd think he would have been more appreciative of my efforts. Naturally the rott came running... sniffed the bloody Mary and sneezed in it. I stayed in the kitchen with the mastiff.
"You can't spank me," I reminded him, still recuperating from surgery, etc. He muttered something in Italian. I don't think I've ever heard that particular phrase before...
Yes, I'm feeling better. Out of bed several hours a day, might even break down and cook a meal soon. Family is here; tis wonderful to have them with us. Snow on the ground - 22 inches of white stuff. When I woke up this morning and saw all that glorious snow I felt a warm (HOT)presence step up behind me. It said (hissed) words like snow angel, burning butt, and sleeping belly down till Christmas 2020 if I even thought about going out in it.
Truly the man is a baboon butthead!
Of course I thought about it. But having been feeling less than 100% for far too long, I pushed it to the back burner for now. 22 inches would make a really nice deep snow angel. I gave my word to His Holiness that I wouldn't be making snow angels any time this week. (I didn't say anything about next week, however. Just keeping my options open.)
As for the bloody Mary, I won't try to bartender again any time soon. The giant squid settled for a glass of wine; I poured Kahlua all over a pint of French Vanilla ice cream. Delicious.
Noticed that my blog is being hacked regularly. Was told by blogspot folks to delete gadgets and widgets - did that - still hacked occasionally. May have to delete the blog and start a new one at a different url if this keeps up. If I do this I'll have no way of letting you know unless you're on the "announce list" -bottom of index page here and at story website to join if you're interested.
Might not get online before Christmas/New Years. Wishing all of you the joys of the season and a happy, healthy and joyous new year.
~Sar~
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Thankful
Cowboy here. Again I have been remiss in updating you on current events. My apologies. Life has been chaotic ups and downs. Sar has had 4 surgical procedures since Thanksgiving week and is now home at last.
Gall bladder surgery was textbook; 2 other surgeries to remove gall stones and kidney stones went well. Last surgery was a bit more complicated. It had to be delayed a few days so Sar wasn't under anesthesia for several days in a row. Repairing her intestinal tract was a longer event. We have a bit of recovery ahead of us.
My wife's family was here - still here - for the ordeal. They took over the 7th floor of the hospital. Max almost got us kicked out; he lit a cigar in the surgical waiting room. Nerves. Glory inspected the hospital's kitchen and Violet wanted to see the doc's medical school records. (Sar must have learned that from her.) Long time military friends helped sneak the pups in to see the imp. Between the Rott and the Mastiff there's about 280 lbs of canine. The dogs were beside themselves seeing Sar, kissing her. Sar was over the moon about the whole visit; did wonders for her mental health. Worth all the aggravation to get the dogs in and out.
All in all, the medics were patient with us, willing to accomodate all our demands, answer our questions, offer comfort. I was grateful for their attitude; True to form Sar was suspicious. Even so she asked me to remind her to send thank you notes to the nurses and other staff that took care of her.
She's been on liquids, finally moved to some solid foods. Should be eating normally in a day or 2. Glory plans to make Thanksgiving dinner for us sometime next week. Believe me. I am thankful. Having her home and in my arms each night is healing for both of us. I've told her she's in for a severe comeuppance for worrying me, turning my hair grey, and taking years off my life. The imp rolled her eyes.
Light snow as I write this. Sar's asleep now but when she wakes and sees the snow it will be like an early Christmas. My job will be to keep her warm and dry in the house. Wish me luck.
Cowboy
Gall bladder surgery was textbook; 2 other surgeries to remove gall stones and kidney stones went well. Last surgery was a bit more complicated. It had to be delayed a few days so Sar wasn't under anesthesia for several days in a row. Repairing her intestinal tract was a longer event. We have a bit of recovery ahead of us.
My wife's family was here - still here - for the ordeal. They took over the 7th floor of the hospital. Max almost got us kicked out; he lit a cigar in the surgical waiting room. Nerves. Glory inspected the hospital's kitchen and Violet wanted to see the doc's medical school records. (Sar must have learned that from her.) Long time military friends helped sneak the pups in to see the imp. Between the Rott and the Mastiff there's about 280 lbs of canine. The dogs were beside themselves seeing Sar, kissing her. Sar was over the moon about the whole visit; did wonders for her mental health. Worth all the aggravation to get the dogs in and out.
All in all, the medics were patient with us, willing to accomodate all our demands, answer our questions, offer comfort. I was grateful for their attitude; True to form Sar was suspicious. Even so she asked me to remind her to send thank you notes to the nurses and other staff that took care of her.
She's been on liquids, finally moved to some solid foods. Should be eating normally in a day or 2. Glory plans to make Thanksgiving dinner for us sometime next week. Believe me. I am thankful. Having her home and in my arms each night is healing for both of us. I've told her she's in for a severe comeuppance for worrying me, turning my hair grey, and taking years off my life. The imp rolled her eyes.
Light snow as I write this. Sar's asleep now but when she wakes and sees the snow it will be like an early Christmas. My job will be to keep her warm and dry in the house. Wish me luck.
Cowboy
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Filled with goodness, that's me!
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~
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, 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~
Sunday, April 19, 2009
My Man
I'm sure you've read about the Navy Seal snipers that took out those Somali pirates that had a ship's captain hostage on a lifeboat. It's been more than a few days since the brave man was rescued but my husband - a former Navy Seal - is still high from that event. I don't think his feet have touched ground since it happened. His happiness over the rescue and pride in that Seal Team is contagious. Can't help smiling at the joy on his face. Also got to say I'm thrilled he is no longer an active participating member of those Teams.
I got home in time to enjoy Easter dinner, Passover seders and a lot of my favorite foods courtesy of Glory's cooking. I LOVE the holidays. Glory outdid herself with a few new dishes that will be on my recipe link in the not-too-distant future. I hadn't eaten as much as I thought I did while I was away; Cowboy frowned when he saw me - after he hugged me - and said if I was down more than 5 pounds I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a while.
Rollin me eyes, here.
Vi distracted him while I stuffed my mouth with apple strudel, a couple of heavily buttered cinnamon rolls, chocolate-to-die-for pudding cake, two glasses of milk and a Twinkie that happened to be in my pocket. Lost five pounds on the dot. Phewwwwwww, close call.
Got a swat anyway! Tsk.
I ate everything in sight up to, during, and after the holiday meals. And... I added soft cushions to all the chairs that weren't already padded - just in case.
Pups were happy to see me. I was happy to see them. Cats pretended they didn't know I was gone but checked out my duffel bag. I had some catnip treats in it and we were all friends again. The tortoise hid in her shell until I waved a Twinkie in front of her and we're back on friendly terms as well.
David is HOME! He made it back in time for Easter dinner. Looking thinner but still arrogant, egocentric Marine. Was that redundant? I got a hug and a kiss when his helo dropped him off on the beach. That was followed by a demand for chicken and dumplings, Boston cream pie and corn chowder - in any order. Glory made sure he got all three items.
Bull was back home in Arkansas for Easter with his family and back up here for Passover. That boy has GROWN. (Cowboy says I shouldn't call him a boy; he's in his early 30's.) Compared to my ancient husband, he's a boy.
SWAT!
Tsk.
We left David, Bull, Max, Glory and Vi at David's house and came home to spend a little alone time. Reunions are always wonderful.
There's a new pooch in my kennels. We rescue pure breed dogs - the large varieties. The main reason is that most people prefer to rescue, foster and adopt smaller dogs - except for Lab and Retriever breeds. Those are thought to be of a gentler temperament and let's face it, a large breed dog that needs fostering, etc has an unknown temperament and a rescuer might very well be a little cautious. Fearless me - a trait that often gets me in the doghouse with the giant squid who lives with me, doesn't mind a challenge. This particular dog, however, is not a pure bred canine. He's a mixed breed - LARGE - but so far, a bit of a doofus. He reminds me of a Leonburger and may have some of that breed in him. Very red, long hair fur, black muzzle, web feet, but no tail! Leonburgers have long tails. His nose is pushed in - very odd on a dog that weighs 90-100 lbs or more. And... he has crooked teeth.
"Where did you get this dog?" I innocently asked.
"It was wandering around the Navy base. It's large. Needed rescuing."
"You were at the Navy base?" BLINK!
"So I brought it home for you to train."
"You were at the Navy base?"
"Ate everything in the fridge so I kenneled it. It needs a name."
"What were you doing on base?"
"Reminds me of a Navy Commander I once knew. Hawthorne was his name."
"I'm surprised the K-9 unit didn't chase him away."
"Nawwwww, Hawthorne liked dogs."
"Cowboy!"
His amusement can be overbearing. And... Hawthorne has no manners. He also slobbers and if you praise him, he licks your face. DomTom, my cat, sits on the back deck to watch while I attempt to train the beastie without getting drowned in slobber. When the dog rolls over to nap, the cat jumps on its back and kneads its neck. That cat is more fearless than I am. When I relayed this to the giant squid, he wanted to know what I'd do if he rolled over. Ohhhhhh, so many possibilities here!
SWAT!
LOL!
We left Harpo and Lucy Ricardo, Dobie pups, out at David's house. They've become very attached to Max and he enjoys their company. When Max and his ladies go back home - New Orleans, Gulfport and Chicago, they may adopt a Dobie from the local shelter. Taking these two with them is not an option. They've never had a dog and traveling with them would be a huge challenge.
Other: My tulips are blooming; the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and the weeping cherry trees are just beginning to bloom. We've had a tremendous amount of rain so the trees are too slick to climb yet. I think Cowboy is getting too old and frail to climb up after me. I can't wait to recline on a branch and enjoy a good book.
"You'll be reclining on your belly if you do!"
Tsk. Who said that?
Plus... I've missed a few full moons, winter, traveling, etc. I'll be dancing under its glow at the next one!
"Wanna bet?"
Double tsk. I have new leg warmers I have to try.
"That's not all that's gonna be warm!"
Did you hear anything? Neither did I.
~Sar~
I got home in time to enjoy Easter dinner, Passover seders and a lot of my favorite foods courtesy of Glory's cooking. I LOVE the holidays. Glory outdid herself with a few new dishes that will be on my recipe link in the not-too-distant future. I hadn't eaten as much as I thought I did while I was away; Cowboy frowned when he saw me - after he hugged me - and said if I was down more than 5 pounds I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a while.
Rollin me eyes, here.
Vi distracted him while I stuffed my mouth with apple strudel, a couple of heavily buttered cinnamon rolls, chocolate-to-die-for pudding cake, two glasses of milk and a Twinkie that happened to be in my pocket. Lost five pounds on the dot. Phewwwwwww, close call.
Got a swat anyway! Tsk.
I ate everything in sight up to, during, and after the holiday meals. And... I added soft cushions to all the chairs that weren't already padded - just in case.
Pups were happy to see me. I was happy to see them. Cats pretended they didn't know I was gone but checked out my duffel bag. I had some catnip treats in it and we were all friends again. The tortoise hid in her shell until I waved a Twinkie in front of her and we're back on friendly terms as well.
David is HOME! He made it back in time for Easter dinner. Looking thinner but still arrogant, egocentric Marine. Was that redundant? I got a hug and a kiss when his helo dropped him off on the beach. That was followed by a demand for chicken and dumplings, Boston cream pie and corn chowder - in any order. Glory made sure he got all three items.
Bull was back home in Arkansas for Easter with his family and back up here for Passover. That boy has GROWN. (Cowboy says I shouldn't call him a boy; he's in his early 30's.) Compared to my ancient husband, he's a boy.
SWAT!
Tsk.
We left David, Bull, Max, Glory and Vi at David's house and came home to spend a little alone time. Reunions are always wonderful.
There's a new pooch in my kennels. We rescue pure breed dogs - the large varieties. The main reason is that most people prefer to rescue, foster and adopt smaller dogs - except for Lab and Retriever breeds. Those are thought to be of a gentler temperament and let's face it, a large breed dog that needs fostering, etc has an unknown temperament and a rescuer might very well be a little cautious. Fearless me - a trait that often gets me in the doghouse with the giant squid who lives with me, doesn't mind a challenge. This particular dog, however, is not a pure bred canine. He's a mixed breed - LARGE - but so far, a bit of a doofus. He reminds me of a Leonburger and may have some of that breed in him. Very red, long hair fur, black muzzle, web feet, but no tail! Leonburgers have long tails. His nose is pushed in - very odd on a dog that weighs 90-100 lbs or more. And... he has crooked teeth.
"Where did you get this dog?" I innocently asked.
"It was wandering around the Navy base. It's large. Needed rescuing."
"You were at the Navy base?" BLINK!
"So I brought it home for you to train."
"You were at the Navy base?"
"Ate everything in the fridge so I kenneled it. It needs a name."
"What were you doing on base?"
"Reminds me of a Navy Commander I once knew. Hawthorne was his name."
"I'm surprised the K-9 unit didn't chase him away."
"Nawwwww, Hawthorne liked dogs."
"Cowboy!"
His amusement can be overbearing. And... Hawthorne has no manners. He also slobbers and if you praise him, he licks your face. DomTom, my cat, sits on the back deck to watch while I attempt to train the beastie without getting drowned in slobber. When the dog rolls over to nap, the cat jumps on its back and kneads its neck. That cat is more fearless than I am. When I relayed this to the giant squid, he wanted to know what I'd do if he rolled over. Ohhhhhh, so many possibilities here!
SWAT!
LOL!
We left Harpo and Lucy Ricardo, Dobie pups, out at David's house. They've become very attached to Max and he enjoys their company. When Max and his ladies go back home - New Orleans, Gulfport and Chicago, they may adopt a Dobie from the local shelter. Taking these two with them is not an option. They've never had a dog and traveling with them would be a huge challenge.
Other: My tulips are blooming; the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and the weeping cherry trees are just beginning to bloom. We've had a tremendous amount of rain so the trees are too slick to climb yet. I think Cowboy is getting too old and frail to climb up after me. I can't wait to recline on a branch and enjoy a good book.
"You'll be reclining on your belly if you do!"
Tsk. Who said that?
Plus... I've missed a few full moons, winter, traveling, etc. I'll be dancing under its glow at the next one!
"Wanna bet?"
Double tsk. I have new leg warmers I have to try.
"That's not all that's gonna be warm!"
Did you hear anything? Neither did I.
~Sar~
Sunday, March 29, 2009
High & Dry!
...Abandoned, neglected, jilted, ignored, alone...
That's what Cowboy's been saying, whining about, complaining, moaning, etc as only a male can. It's even worse when he's not feeling 100%.
Why?
'Cause I'm out of town, away, gone, absent, and geographically elsewhere.
I'm on a multi-city gallery tour with other fiber artists. We're zipping into a city, displaying some of our works in galleries, zipping to the airport to fly to yet another city, and repeating the whole process all over again. Originally, we had 7 cities on our tour; the tour producer just added 3 more so I'll be away a little longer than originally planned. We're covering a few spots across the North American continent including a few Canadian cities, crisscrossing back and forth from west to east and back to west coast. It's exhilarating meeting new audiences but tiring as well. After a day and evening on my feet I'm ready to order room service and hit the sack before doing it all over again the next day.
The perks are spending time with other artists whose ideas are very inspiring, sort of like going on a creative retreat. Also, I accepted a couple of commissions that are extremely large and will probably take about a year to create and finish. That's exciting.
Meanwhile, the giant squid had complained that I'm away during the peak peach harvest and he's missing out on his favorite food baked in numerous ways purely for his enjoyment. Groannnnnn
I suggested he could stuff his mouth with the pure fruit and get all emotional over that.
His response was lacking in couth.
Of course, he could have gone on the tour with me and/or met me for a few days in one of the cities where he could sight see or eat in wonderful places. He declined the invitation because he'd get hassled into doing some of the labor (hanging art), packing, unpacking, fetching, etc. I thought that would be better than sitting in a corner pouting... but that's just me. When I mentioned this in a phone call home, he said he was jotting down all these non-sequiturs and would make me pay later. Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises.
Bottom line: He misses me and is getting a tiny taste of what I went through when he sailed off to the wild blue yonder all those years I waited for him at home.
He takes the ferry out to the San Juans to David's house about once a week. He needs Glory's cooking, Vi's fussing and the company of Max and Bull. Also, the smell of the Pacific Ocean is a constant for his peace of mind. He generally hauls all the critters with him although he says the cats continue to ignore him. The three Rotts will go anywhere and David's house is their 2nd home. The Dobie pups are growing by leaps and bounds and utterly fascinated with Torty the giant tortoise. The tortoise is not at all fascinated with them and stays hidden in her shell house for hours on end. Harpo, the male Dobie barks at Torty to come out and play. Lucy Ricardo, female pup, insisted on going nose to nose with her. Torty lost her tortoise demeanor and nipped the pup. Lucy leapt on Bull's lap and cried Doberman puppy tears. The cats still fight over which one of them gets to nap on her back. Cowboy relayed all this and said "See what you're missing by going off and leaving us alone?"
Rollin me eyes here.
Not long after I get home, the giant squid will be off to the east coast to take care of some personal business. If he has time, he'll check out a few houses in Virginia (where we lived when we were first married), the Carolinas, and I don't know where else. On the way, he'll escort Max and Vi and Glory to New Orleans and take a peek at Gulfport, MS where they still have numerous friends who survived Katrina. When they're settled, he'll go onto other ports of call.
Max is almost back to 100% from his stroke. Not only has he had excellent nursing care and therapists who really worked to help his muscles relearn their duties, he's had great incentive from Vi and Glory. Both ladies were determined that Max keep a strong and positive attitude about life and both ladies displayed some very creative ways to maintain his interest. Enough said.
I had all kinds of checkups before I left home. Have a couple more appointments when I get back - dental work. UGHH I do not like people poking around in any part of my body, and certainly not in my mouth. Cowboy warned me not to have a mouth full of salt water taffy when I see the dentist. Tsk. That's so much more visually esthetic than a mouth filled with unswallowed chocolate. I wonder if I can find strawberry or cherry taffy to make my mouth look like it's bleeding? That ought to shake up the dentist (who has zero sense of humor.) The last time I went I brought the Mastiff. The only problem with that is he kept goosing the dental assistant. Apparently she didn't find any humor in that. However, if I bring the Rott, he'll sit in a corner, watch (actually stare and glare) and intimidate everyone. Hmmm... goosing Mastiff or intimidating Rott? Decisions, decisions.
"You could leave the beasts at home!" declared the giant squid.
Tsk. What fun would that be?
I'll be home in time for Passover and Easter. Glory will do all the cooking. I love the meal preparations but it's okay to let her take charge; she loves bossing everyone around. And it's possible David will be home in time for the holidays. He's been away too long and eating Marine food isn't quite as satisfying as eating Glory's cooking.
Speaking of Marines... Cowboy said Bull has a new lady friend. He's been seeing her about 4 months now - off and on - and the girl must be smitten because she's taking cooking lessons... I suggested Cowboy tell her to take lessons in "restaurant - size" portions if she's going to cook for Bull. Cowboy said there's a swat or two in my future.
Tsk.
~Sar~
That's what Cowboy's been saying, whining about, complaining, moaning, etc as only a male can. It's even worse when he's not feeling 100%.
Why?
'Cause I'm out of town, away, gone, absent, and geographically elsewhere.
I'm on a multi-city gallery tour with other fiber artists. We're zipping into a city, displaying some of our works in galleries, zipping to the airport to fly to yet another city, and repeating the whole process all over again. Originally, we had 7 cities on our tour; the tour producer just added 3 more so I'll be away a little longer than originally planned. We're covering a few spots across the North American continent including a few Canadian cities, crisscrossing back and forth from west to east and back to west coast. It's exhilarating meeting new audiences but tiring as well. After a day and evening on my feet I'm ready to order room service and hit the sack before doing it all over again the next day.
The perks are spending time with other artists whose ideas are very inspiring, sort of like going on a creative retreat. Also, I accepted a couple of commissions that are extremely large and will probably take about a year to create and finish. That's exciting.
Meanwhile, the giant squid had complained that I'm away during the peak peach harvest and he's missing out on his favorite food baked in numerous ways purely for his enjoyment. Groannnnnn
I suggested he could stuff his mouth with the pure fruit and get all emotional over that.
His response was lacking in couth.
Of course, he could have gone on the tour with me and/or met me for a few days in one of the cities where he could sight see or eat in wonderful places. He declined the invitation because he'd get hassled into doing some of the labor (hanging art), packing, unpacking, fetching, etc. I thought that would be better than sitting in a corner pouting... but that's just me. When I mentioned this in a phone call home, he said he was jotting down all these non-sequiturs and would make me pay later. Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises.
Bottom line: He misses me and is getting a tiny taste of what I went through when he sailed off to the wild blue yonder all those years I waited for him at home.
He takes the ferry out to the San Juans to David's house about once a week. He needs Glory's cooking, Vi's fussing and the company of Max and Bull. Also, the smell of the Pacific Ocean is a constant for his peace of mind. He generally hauls all the critters with him although he says the cats continue to ignore him. The three Rotts will go anywhere and David's house is their 2nd home. The Dobie pups are growing by leaps and bounds and utterly fascinated with Torty the giant tortoise. The tortoise is not at all fascinated with them and stays hidden in her shell house for hours on end. Harpo, the male Dobie barks at Torty to come out and play. Lucy Ricardo, female pup, insisted on going nose to nose with her. Torty lost her tortoise demeanor and nipped the pup. Lucy leapt on Bull's lap and cried Doberman puppy tears. The cats still fight over which one of them gets to nap on her back. Cowboy relayed all this and said "See what you're missing by going off and leaving us alone?"
Rollin me eyes here.
Not long after I get home, the giant squid will be off to the east coast to take care of some personal business. If he has time, he'll check out a few houses in Virginia (where we lived when we were first married), the Carolinas, and I don't know where else. On the way, he'll escort Max and Vi and Glory to New Orleans and take a peek at Gulfport, MS where they still have numerous friends who survived Katrina. When they're settled, he'll go onto other ports of call.
Max is almost back to 100% from his stroke. Not only has he had excellent nursing care and therapists who really worked to help his muscles relearn their duties, he's had great incentive from Vi and Glory. Both ladies were determined that Max keep a strong and positive attitude about life and both ladies displayed some very creative ways to maintain his interest. Enough said.
I had all kinds of checkups before I left home. Have a couple more appointments when I get back - dental work. UGHH I do not like people poking around in any part of my body, and certainly not in my mouth. Cowboy warned me not to have a mouth full of salt water taffy when I see the dentist. Tsk. That's so much more visually esthetic than a mouth filled with unswallowed chocolate. I wonder if I can find strawberry or cherry taffy to make my mouth look like it's bleeding? That ought to shake up the dentist (who has zero sense of humor.) The last time I went I brought the Mastiff. The only problem with that is he kept goosing the dental assistant. Apparently she didn't find any humor in that. However, if I bring the Rott, he'll sit in a corner, watch (actually stare and glare) and intimidate everyone. Hmmm... goosing Mastiff or intimidating Rott? Decisions, decisions.
"You could leave the beasts at home!" declared the giant squid.
Tsk. What fun would that be?
I'll be home in time for Passover and Easter. Glory will do all the cooking. I love the meal preparations but it's okay to let her take charge; she loves bossing everyone around. And it's possible David will be home in time for the holidays. He's been away too long and eating Marine food isn't quite as satisfying as eating Glory's cooking.
Speaking of Marines... Cowboy said Bull has a new lady friend. He's been seeing her about 4 months now - off and on - and the girl must be smitten because she's taking cooking lessons... I suggested Cowboy tell her to take lessons in "restaurant - size" portions if she's going to cook for Bull. Cowboy said there's a swat or two in my future.
Tsk.
~Sar~
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Counting...
my blessings. February has been an outstanding celebration at our house. There's been outrageously delicious chocolate treats, imported chocolates, and plenty of naughty-but-nice threats, dares, activities, festivities, orchestras and nights dancing the tango - on the dance floor and elsewhere.
As o-l-d as the giant squid is, he's still got what it takes to make me glad I married him. More than one of you has asked exactly how old is he? O-L-D!
SWAT!
LOL!
Valentine's day was spectacular! A few days before the holiday I received a lunch invitation in the mail. It was from 11-year old Patrick. He said he'd pick me up at 12 on the dot and to please wear a dress and look like a lady. Hmmm... I thought... I don't look like a lady? And then I wondered if I was driving since it will be a few years before Patrick can get a license...
I wore a floor-length "dance" dress with a beret and short gloves. Patrick rang the doorbell at 12 on the dot wearing a really smart suit Santa brought for Christmas. He handed me a single red rose that I promptly put between my teeth. A LIMO was in the driveway and a tall fellow - chauffeur - was leaning on the driver's door. It was the giant squid! And he was wearing a chauffeur's jacket and cap! I had to smother my giggles. Then Patrick had to smother his when the chauffeur opened my door and gave me a not-so-gentle swat when I bent over to get in the car. Tsk.
As soon as we were seated in the limo, Patrick opened 2 containers of instant chocolate pudding that we devoured before our chauffeur backed out of the driveway. Sigh That's my boy.
He took me a local Mom & Pop place I favor where we had steaks, fries and root beer. Mom and Pop served us themselves. Cowboy came into the restaurant and stood in an obscure place and watched us the whole time. I think he was jealous because Patrick and I had our heads together, whispering sweet nothings... about his bloodhound, his Segway, the letter he is thinking of composing to Santa. I taught him to get those letters in early and often... couldn't hurt.
The bill had been prepaid and we had ice cream in the limo drizzled with hot chocolate syrup. I imagine Mom & Pop took care of that detail. It was absolutely a delicious Valentine's present from our favorite belongs-to-somebody-else child... er... young man.
Patrick repeated the whole "date" with his Mom that evening for dinner. Bull was chauffeur and this time Butler, his bloodhound, went along for the date. Butler is a service dog and can go into restaurants when he's wearing his service dog jacket.
I asked the giant squid what he was going to do to make my Valentine's day as special as Patrick had done. In turn, he asked me the SAME question. I had ideas of my own but I have to admit, as wonderful as Cowboy's plans were, and they were! I was really overwhelmed by Patrick's thoughtfulness.
Other: Did I tell you we are fostering two Doberman puppies? They're very young, about 12-14 weeks when we got them, their ears already bandaged to make them stay upright. Wasn't sure about that but we're fostering, not adopting, so I didn't comment when the rescue group turned them over. Have had them a few weeks now; they're too young to stay in the kennels so I've kept them in the house. Housetrained them immediately... they are as goofy as puppies can be. Tripping over their feet, occasionally placing a paw in their food dish, slobbering on the cats, not sure about stairs, and yearn to be lap dogs. The cats have adopted them; washing their faces, smacking them if they nip too hard, etc. I've named them and renamed them several times. So far, it's Harpo and Lucy Ricardo because they're both giant clutzes.
Washington state is a "peach" growing state, a fact the giant squid is always reminding me. At the moment, nectarines are sweeter and firmer than peaches and if he doesn't know I've used them in a recipe... he's none the wiser.
"I know the difference between peaches and nectarines, imp!"
"Yeah, yeah and you can name and find all the countries that end with "stan" on the map. Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, and Uzbekistan. Bet you can't do that."
"Maybe not but I can see a spanking in your future, your immediate future."
People... the man has not gained any couth since he retired. And... I noticed he didn't have any trouble devouring the nectarine upside down cake I made.
More: I noticed I haven't been able to log into a few blogs lately... Cassie, PK, Eva... tsk. I know I'm not posting regularly or even been online much lately. However...
Max and Vi and Glory are staying out at David's house, enjoying some privacy and giving us some. Max is doing remarkably well and it won't be long before the trio will be off to visit friends in New Orleans.
February and March are filled with annual, semi-annual and quarterly medical appointments. Because of my overactive thyroid I get that checked often. I think medics draw straws... Honestly, I've been quite mellow recently; I haven't hit, bit or kicked anyone lately. Wellll there was that one incident with the blood sucking vampires... but reasonable people would find that understandable. I mean... when you know you're going to be in a small room with a couple of vampires, you bring holy water and a large cross... just in case. Was it my fault I also brought two Rottweilers and a wooden stake? Maybe next time, I should leave the wooden stake at home.
~Sar~
As o-l-d as the giant squid is, he's still got what it takes to make me glad I married him. More than one of you has asked exactly how old is he? O-L-D!
SWAT!
LOL!
Valentine's day was spectacular! A few days before the holiday I received a lunch invitation in the mail. It was from 11-year old Patrick. He said he'd pick me up at 12 on the dot and to please wear a dress and look like a lady. Hmmm... I thought... I don't look like a lady? And then I wondered if I was driving since it will be a few years before Patrick can get a license...
I wore a floor-length "dance" dress with a beret and short gloves. Patrick rang the doorbell at 12 on the dot wearing a really smart suit Santa brought for Christmas. He handed me a single red rose that I promptly put between my teeth. A LIMO was in the driveway and a tall fellow - chauffeur - was leaning on the driver's door. It was the giant squid! And he was wearing a chauffeur's jacket and cap! I had to smother my giggles. Then Patrick had to smother his when the chauffeur opened my door and gave me a not-so-gentle swat when I bent over to get in the car. Tsk.
As soon as we were seated in the limo, Patrick opened 2 containers of instant chocolate pudding that we devoured before our chauffeur backed out of the driveway. Sigh That's my boy.
He took me a local Mom & Pop place I favor where we had steaks, fries and root beer. Mom and Pop served us themselves. Cowboy came into the restaurant and stood in an obscure place and watched us the whole time. I think he was jealous because Patrick and I had our heads together, whispering sweet nothings... about his bloodhound, his Segway, the letter he is thinking of composing to Santa. I taught him to get those letters in early and often... couldn't hurt.
The bill had been prepaid and we had ice cream in the limo drizzled with hot chocolate syrup. I imagine Mom & Pop took care of that detail. It was absolutely a delicious Valentine's present from our favorite belongs-to-somebody-else child... er... young man.
Patrick repeated the whole "date" with his Mom that evening for dinner. Bull was chauffeur and this time Butler, his bloodhound, went along for the date. Butler is a service dog and can go into restaurants when he's wearing his service dog jacket.
I asked the giant squid what he was going to do to make my Valentine's day as special as Patrick had done. In turn, he asked me the SAME question. I had ideas of my own but I have to admit, as wonderful as Cowboy's plans were, and they were! I was really overwhelmed by Patrick's thoughtfulness.
Other: Did I tell you we are fostering two Doberman puppies? They're very young, about 12-14 weeks when we got them, their ears already bandaged to make them stay upright. Wasn't sure about that but we're fostering, not adopting, so I didn't comment when the rescue group turned them over. Have had them a few weeks now; they're too young to stay in the kennels so I've kept them in the house. Housetrained them immediately... they are as goofy as puppies can be. Tripping over their feet, occasionally placing a paw in their food dish, slobbering on the cats, not sure about stairs, and yearn to be lap dogs. The cats have adopted them; washing their faces, smacking them if they nip too hard, etc. I've named them and renamed them several times. So far, it's Harpo and Lucy Ricardo because they're both giant clutzes.
Washington state is a "peach" growing state, a fact the giant squid is always reminding me. At the moment, nectarines are sweeter and firmer than peaches and if he doesn't know I've used them in a recipe... he's none the wiser.
"I know the difference between peaches and nectarines, imp!"
"Yeah, yeah and you can name and find all the countries that end with "stan" on the map. Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, and Uzbekistan. Bet you can't do that."
"Maybe not but I can see a spanking in your future, your immediate future."
People... the man has not gained any couth since he retired. And... I noticed he didn't have any trouble devouring the nectarine upside down cake I made.
More: I noticed I haven't been able to log into a few blogs lately... Cassie, PK, Eva... tsk. I know I'm not posting regularly or even been online much lately. However...
Max and Vi and Glory are staying out at David's house, enjoying some privacy and giving us some. Max is doing remarkably well and it won't be long before the trio will be off to visit friends in New Orleans.
February and March are filled with annual, semi-annual and quarterly medical appointments. Because of my overactive thyroid I get that checked often. I think medics draw straws... Honestly, I've been quite mellow recently; I haven't hit, bit or kicked anyone lately. Wellll there was that one incident with the blood sucking vampires... but reasonable people would find that understandable. I mean... when you know you're going to be in a small room with a couple of vampires, you bring holy water and a large cross... just in case. Was it my fault I also brought two Rottweilers and a wooden stake? Maybe next time, I should leave the wooden stake at home.
~Sar~
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
A New Year!
At long last, we are having decent weather - chilly, slightly damp, lots of fog and the sun peeking out for a long 5-minute stretch here and there. I'm hopeful the snow and really awful stuff is over for now. We're at home and as much as we enjoyed staying at David's house on the ocean, it's always good to be home.
Max and Glory and Vi are still with us; Max's nurse may be leaving this weekend. We're hoping for good news from the doctor. Max is doing really well; he stands unassisted, walks a few steps on his own but can get around with a walker. His speech is getting clearer all the time; everyone can now understand all the naughty words he shouts for no particular reason... He's reading a little; learning to cheat at chess (not that I would know anything about that)... has a lot to say about the lack of fine cigars in his daily routine and the state of the world in general.
Patrick is still with us and will probably be going home soon. His mom has been away on business and expects to return any day now. We'll miss him. We'll also miss him flying through the house - dog in tow - on his Segway. Santa brought him one for Christmas and he has become addicted to speeding under his own power.
David is overseas again. I'm hoping this is his last tour and that he will retire this spring. Bull goes back and forth between our house and David's house and is giving serious consideration to leaving the Marine Corps when he fulfills his latest commitment.
The giant squid... is still recuperating from RUN AMOK WEEK!
Oh t'was glorious!
I outdid myself.
We had several peachy moments, a melted chocolate wrestling match, he vs. me pushups. (He had to do one-armed pushups while trying to toss me off his back - I won!) There were crunches while balancing me on his knees (Tsk. Ended up on his lap but fortunately, the band was tuning up and started to play.) We had a whispered tug-a-war with dares and threats and ended up in the closet... Naughty Vi hung a do-not-disturb sign on the door. One night when everyone else was in bed, we passed out on the living room floor in front of the fire. Woke up with dogs pushed up against our sides and all the cats sleeping on our bellies. The critters tried to follow us into the shower to continue the love fest but the giant squid managed to lock the door before a paw or a muzzle could wiggle its way inside.
I took a page from Cassie's blog... on one occasion when Cowboy was up before me and in the shower... I threw ice water over the shower door and it hit him as he was drying off. He bellowed... unadmirally phrases and I got the hell out of dodge!
Slid down the banister... the giant squid chasing me down the stairs. He was wearing a towel... He grabbed my arm; I grabbed his towel and Patrick segwayed by and asked nobody in particular... "Why is the Admiral running around in his birthday suit?"
Couldn't help myself. I laughed.
The giant squid yelled.
Then I yelled and made threats.
Unfortunately, he's bigger than I am and his threats were carried out as soon as we were back in our bedroom. Then the band tuned up and we were at it again.
Never a dull moment in our house. And...
In just a few days, it will be February! Chocolate month!
~Sar~
Max and Glory and Vi are still with us; Max's nurse may be leaving this weekend. We're hoping for good news from the doctor. Max is doing really well; he stands unassisted, walks a few steps on his own but can get around with a walker. His speech is getting clearer all the time; everyone can now understand all the naughty words he shouts for no particular reason... He's reading a little; learning to cheat at chess (not that I would know anything about that)... has a lot to say about the lack of fine cigars in his daily routine and the state of the world in general.
Patrick is still with us and will probably be going home soon. His mom has been away on business and expects to return any day now. We'll miss him. We'll also miss him flying through the house - dog in tow - on his Segway. Santa brought him one for Christmas and he has become addicted to speeding under his own power.
David is overseas again. I'm hoping this is his last tour and that he will retire this spring. Bull goes back and forth between our house and David's house and is giving serious consideration to leaving the Marine Corps when he fulfills his latest commitment.
The giant squid... is still recuperating from RUN AMOK WEEK!
Oh t'was glorious!
I outdid myself.
We had several peachy moments, a melted chocolate wrestling match, he vs. me pushups. (He had to do one-armed pushups while trying to toss me off his back - I won!) There were crunches while balancing me on his knees (Tsk. Ended up on his lap but fortunately, the band was tuning up and started to play.) We had a whispered tug-a-war with dares and threats and ended up in the closet... Naughty Vi hung a do-not-disturb sign on the door. One night when everyone else was in bed, we passed out on the living room floor in front of the fire. Woke up with dogs pushed up against our sides and all the cats sleeping on our bellies. The critters tried to follow us into the shower to continue the love fest but the giant squid managed to lock the door before a paw or a muzzle could wiggle its way inside.
I took a page from Cassie's blog... on one occasion when Cowboy was up before me and in the shower... I threw ice water over the shower door and it hit him as he was drying off. He bellowed... unadmirally phrases and I got the hell out of dodge!
Slid down the banister... the giant squid chasing me down the stairs. He was wearing a towel... He grabbed my arm; I grabbed his towel and Patrick segwayed by and asked nobody in particular... "Why is the Admiral running around in his birthday suit?"
Couldn't help myself. I laughed.
The giant squid yelled.
Then I yelled and made threats.
Unfortunately, he's bigger than I am and his threats were carried out as soon as we were back in our bedroom. Then the band tuned up and we were at it again.
Never a dull moment in our house. And...
In just a few days, it will be February! Chocolate month!
~Sar~
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Quick Note
A longer update will have to be postponed. We're in the middle of a blizzard; the power is intermittent. We're on 2 generators but computer use is limited to a very few minutees for the time being.
So this is a reminder: Hanukah just started; we're using a new menorah someone gave me; it's beeeeeuuuuuutiful! Christmas is this week, HURRAY! and..... are you sitting?
RUN AMOK WEEK starts Friday!
Oh Joy!
I have delicious plans to keep the giant squid less than calm... uh... I mean on his toes. Well... it's not easy to have a house full of company during this very special once-a-year week. And we're not even at home; we're at David's house in the San Juans. But I'm female - ergo - I'm resourceful.
I shared my plans with Glory and Vi who - naturally - thought there were some dadgum good ideas they needed to imitate. Poor Max, mostly confined to bed, won't be able to chase them. I think he'll be tickled though - Vi and Glory are beautiful women with a really naughty streak.
About our blizzard. Very rude of Mother Nature to do this to us. Blizzards are supposed to happen in North Dakota and Minnesota, maybe a mild one in Nebraska. Here in the mild temps of Washington state, it's against the law to dump more than 4 inches of snow in a 24-hour period except on very special occasions, like Sadie Hawkins Day.
I bundled up and sneaked onto the back deck to let the dogs out. Wowzers! It was mostly a whiteout but I noticed the Pacific winds were blowing huge waves up in the air and the water churned as those waves became incoming tide. A hugely awesome sight; I ran back into the house to get my camera.
Pretend there are sirens here: The giant squid caught me, growled some nonsense about the weather... coughing, sneezing, hateful green medicine, toasted buns (mine) etc.
I retaliated with no peachy things, no me, (not sure which should be listed first), cooks on strike and dogs in his bed.
The Neanderthal SWATTED me! But he did go out on the deck to capture those waves.
Later, Vi gave me a chunk of coal to put in his stocking. "Why do you have a chunk of coal with you?" I asked. She arched a brow. Okay, not asking any more questions. I feel certain this is something I don't need to know.
There were more swats when Cowboy came back into the house. I may have to revise my plans for Run Amok Week. He deserves the really naughty stuff.
Happy Holidays, my friends. Wishing you much joy and delightful memories for the New Year.
~Sar~
So this is a reminder: Hanukah just started; we're using a new menorah someone gave me; it's beeeeeuuuuuutiful! Christmas is this week, HURRAY! and..... are you sitting?
RUN AMOK WEEK starts Friday!
Oh Joy!
I have delicious plans to keep the giant squid less than calm... uh... I mean on his toes. Well... it's not easy to have a house full of company during this very special once-a-year week. And we're not even at home; we're at David's house in the San Juans. But I'm female - ergo - I'm resourceful.
I shared my plans with Glory and Vi who - naturally - thought there were some dadgum good ideas they needed to imitate. Poor Max, mostly confined to bed, won't be able to chase them. I think he'll be tickled though - Vi and Glory are beautiful women with a really naughty streak.
About our blizzard. Very rude of Mother Nature to do this to us. Blizzards are supposed to happen in North Dakota and Minnesota, maybe a mild one in Nebraska. Here in the mild temps of Washington state, it's against the law to dump more than 4 inches of snow in a 24-hour period except on very special occasions, like Sadie Hawkins Day.
I bundled up and sneaked onto the back deck to let the dogs out. Wowzers! It was mostly a whiteout but I noticed the Pacific winds were blowing huge waves up in the air and the water churned as those waves became incoming tide. A hugely awesome sight; I ran back into the house to get my camera.
Pretend there are sirens here: The giant squid caught me, growled some nonsense about the weather... coughing, sneezing, hateful green medicine, toasted buns (mine) etc.
I retaliated with no peachy things, no me, (not sure which should be listed first), cooks on strike and dogs in his bed.
The Neanderthal SWATTED me! But he did go out on the deck to capture those waves.
Later, Vi gave me a chunk of coal to put in his stocking. "Why do you have a chunk of coal with you?" I asked. She arched a brow. Okay, not asking any more questions. I feel certain this is something I don't need to know.
There were more swats when Cowboy came back into the house. I may have to revise my plans for Run Amok Week. He deserves the really naughty stuff.
Happy Holidays, my friends. Wishing you much joy and delightful memories for the New Year.
~Sar~
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Chaos: My Imp
Cowboy here: Didn't realize it had been so long since one of us touched base. We've been occupied almost 24/7 these last few weeks and now that the house is almost empty - about 8 of us left - there's a bit of time in the day to sit, think, write a bit.
Catching up: Once Max and his ladies were settled at David's house - nurse, physical therapist/speech therapist arranged, medical details, etc., Sar flew to DC to join me for official retirement ceremonies. I caught her up in my arms the minute she deplaned. I missed her; she missed enjoying Greece. Will have to make that up somehow.
I am officially retired from the U.S. Navy. Going to be an adjustment. Not going to the base or flying all over the world at the drop of a hat will be a new experience. Not being at sea will be the hardest I think. I always hated to leave my wife but I admit I was always at home at sea. Might have to take the imp on a cruise or 2.
There were ceremonies, lots of fancy meals followed by speeches, a Navy/Marine ball that blew everyone away. Wonderful entertainment, food, beautiful women. NONE were as beautiful as my wife. Sar wore a ball gown, upswept hair (I think that's what it's called.) and every man in the room wanted to dance with her. I cut that out before it got out of hand.
The imp promised a more private celebration when we got back to our hotel. Intimacies, late night food. I was ready to leave immediately. I got the caterer to make up a basket of sweet things for my bambina.
Flew home to Washington, ferried on to the San Juan Islands to David's house. That's when the chaos began. Thanksgiving preparations were in full swing. In a matter of days we had close to 20 folks spending the night, eating turkey and extras. 4 dogs, 4 cats, a tortoise, 30 or more for dinner. We have a few sailors/marines over every year. Sar's a good hostess, making everyone comfortable. Unfortunately the imp was busy with the meal, other things; she didn't eat as much as I would have liked.
The imp spends a great deal of time in Max's room. We have a male nurse for him. Max is making very slow progress but any progress is a good sign. Sar is encouraged. What makes her happy makes me happy. However the lack of a fair quantity of food has its repercussions. I warned her for every meal she eats that wouldn't keep a body going for long, a not so gentle spanking; for every meal she skips, a bottom warming to beat the band. The imp rolled her eyes.
The imp's eating more now that I've delivered the retribution.
David has been a good sport about having all of us here. He's got something planned about every day - games, walks on the beach, a sleigh ride today, a giant Christmas tree and a new menorah for Sar who likes the idea of 8 days of Hanukah (8 days of presents) plus all the Christmas festivities.
Patrick is here. Brought his dog. When he's not with Max he's shadowing Bull. He's growing up to be a special boy. Sar says the best part is that he still believes in Santa. (Come to think of it, so does Sar.) We're doing our best to keep him a kid as long as we can.
I'm glad to announce Sar is writing again. The imp has had some dark times lately. The writing outlet is a good thing. Helps those stress levels, helps cut down on the insomnia. She's lost a bit of weight but if she continues to eat as she has the last few days, it will be back in no time.
Christmas happenings are in full swing. All the ladies have decorated David's house. The tree is up, the dogs and cats have red bows. Stockings are hung and getting filled. The tortoise got her nails painted. Don't ask; I don't know who did that. It's a Sar thing to do but in this case I think she's not the guilty one.
My wife is in the fast lane, doing, feeding, taking care of, fixing. I yell; she laughs. I deliver a swat; she runs or turns, faces me, dares me to catch her. I do, deliver a few well-placed swats, toss her in the air, hurry to our bed. As my wife often says, the band plays on. I love how that woman loves me.
Sar has promised to update next. Soon, she said.
Wishing you all the joys of the season.
Cowboy
Catching up: Once Max and his ladies were settled at David's house - nurse, physical therapist/speech therapist arranged, medical details, etc., Sar flew to DC to join me for official retirement ceremonies. I caught her up in my arms the minute she deplaned. I missed her; she missed enjoying Greece. Will have to make that up somehow.
I am officially retired from the U.S. Navy. Going to be an adjustment. Not going to the base or flying all over the world at the drop of a hat will be a new experience. Not being at sea will be the hardest I think. I always hated to leave my wife but I admit I was always at home at sea. Might have to take the imp on a cruise or 2.
There were ceremonies, lots of fancy meals followed by speeches, a Navy/Marine ball that blew everyone away. Wonderful entertainment, food, beautiful women. NONE were as beautiful as my wife. Sar wore a ball gown, upswept hair (I think that's what it's called.) and every man in the room wanted to dance with her. I cut that out before it got out of hand.
The imp promised a more private celebration when we got back to our hotel. Intimacies, late night food. I was ready to leave immediately. I got the caterer to make up a basket of sweet things for my bambina.
Flew home to Washington, ferried on to the San Juan Islands to David's house. That's when the chaos began. Thanksgiving preparations were in full swing. In a matter of days we had close to 20 folks spending the night, eating turkey and extras. 4 dogs, 4 cats, a tortoise, 30 or more for dinner. We have a few sailors/marines over every year. Sar's a good hostess, making everyone comfortable. Unfortunately the imp was busy with the meal, other things; she didn't eat as much as I would have liked.
The imp spends a great deal of time in Max's room. We have a male nurse for him. Max is making very slow progress but any progress is a good sign. Sar is encouraged. What makes her happy makes me happy. However the lack of a fair quantity of food has its repercussions. I warned her for every meal she eats that wouldn't keep a body going for long, a not so gentle spanking; for every meal she skips, a bottom warming to beat the band. The imp rolled her eyes.
The imp's eating more now that I've delivered the retribution.
David has been a good sport about having all of us here. He's got something planned about every day - games, walks on the beach, a sleigh ride today, a giant Christmas tree and a new menorah for Sar who likes the idea of 8 days of Hanukah (8 days of presents) plus all the Christmas festivities.
Patrick is here. Brought his dog. When he's not with Max he's shadowing Bull. He's growing up to be a special boy. Sar says the best part is that he still believes in Santa. (Come to think of it, so does Sar.) We're doing our best to keep him a kid as long as we can.
I'm glad to announce Sar is writing again. The imp has had some dark times lately. The writing outlet is a good thing. Helps those stress levels, helps cut down on the insomnia. She's lost a bit of weight but if she continues to eat as she has the last few days, it will be back in no time.
Christmas happenings are in full swing. All the ladies have decorated David's house. The tree is up, the dogs and cats have red bows. Stockings are hung and getting filled. The tortoise got her nails painted. Don't ask; I don't know who did that. It's a Sar thing to do but in this case I think she's not the guilty one.
My wife is in the fast lane, doing, feeding, taking care of, fixing. I yell; she laughs. I deliver a swat; she runs or turns, faces me, dares me to catch her. I do, deliver a few well-placed swats, toss her in the air, hurry to our bed. As my wife often says, the band plays on. I love how that woman loves me.
Sar has promised to update next. Soon, she said.
Wishing you all the joys of the season.
Cowboy
Sunday, November 16, 2008
On Line Again
Was off line for about 6 weeks. Missed you, missed email, missed chatting with friends. I see the giant squid let you know that I abandoned him in Crete. Flew to Chicago to be with Max. Violet and Glory didn't have much to tell me. They tried to get the medics to give them details and prognosis but they wouldn't budge. They brought in their big guns... me.
Civilian medical personnel are very civil unless bullied. I demanded to know every detail of Max's condition. They answered in vague terms. I whipped out my cell phone and called Cowboy who called somebody "medical" at Bethesda Naval Hospital who called somebody else higher ranked than the Bethesda person who called the doctor standing in front of me. Then I got all the details I needed to know and a more understanding and compassionate medical staff.
Strokes and other horrendous medical events may be commonplace to some hospital personnel but to the person and family going through this event, it's (hopefully) a one-time event and extraordinarily stressful. I expect they want more than vague answers, too. Okay, off my soapbox.
When Max was stable, the medics recommended a rehab facility but after much discussion, they agreed he would be better off surrounded by family and as long as we had certified health care providers - nurse, various therapists - he could come home with me. I neglected to mention that my home was a couple thousand miles away from the hospital. Details.
My friend Alli's husband is an architect. His company has a business plane. She and I convinced him that it was in his company's best interest... to fly Max and Vi and Glory and me to the West coast. I've known Paul since he and Alli were married - upteen years ago. Cowboy and I are godparents to their four boys. Paul has known Max and the ladies for upteen years and agreed everyone would be more comfortable flying in a private plane. Max slept in a hospital bed the whole way home.
We're at David's house in the San Juans - Vi and Glory, city girls, are eating this up. Max has perked up a bit enjoying the sea air and the dogs and I are jogging on the beach early mornings. Glory is cooking. Vi is re-organizing David's house. Bull is eating... Max is doing splendidly with a physical therapist and a speech therapist! David is teaching Max to play chess. I am teaching Max how to win. Max rests a lot; I take catnaps in a chair by his bed when he does.
Cowboy wants to know if I'm getting enough rest and do I eat regular meals? Rolling my eyes here... the man can ask the dumbest questions. Tsk.
The three cats lay on Max's bed. DomTom tries to wash Max's face but his whiskers tickle which makes Max sneeze. Sneezing is good I think.
The tortoise chewed on a pair or Vi's shoes which she left out on the deck. Vi asked me to pick the lock on David's gun cabinet so she could shoot the tortoise... David immediately hid all the ammunition. Not too many of David's lady friends have come calling since they heard that Vi's aim is really good. Tortoise hid in her shell house until I coaxed her out with Twinkies.
And to think that the giant squid is missing all this excitement!
David is keeping score about how many times Cowboy should spank me when he gets home. I told him it's his word against mine. Hmmm, I hope that works in my favor.
Flying to DC for Cowboy's retirement ceremony. A few days of lunches, dinners, ceremonies. There's a special ball for senior-ranked retiring officers, very fancy. Instead of dress whites, Cowboy will be wearing "mess dress" which is the Navy's version of a tuxedo. Ladies are required to wear floor-length gowns. I have a luscious new gown for the occasion. Cowboy warned me NOT to wear blue jeans under my dress. Tsk! As if! Just because I had them on when I tried the dress on... He also mentioned that undies were a requirement. Sheesh! The Navy sure has a lot of dress rules.
He also warned me to be polite to the wives of other senior ranked officers who will be in attendance. Honestly, I'm always polite - not always civil - but always polite.
He mouthed off a bunch of other nonsense but I move on mentally when he starts lecturing. So while he went through a list of "do-not's," I planned a few holiday menus. Then I made mental notes to brush the dog's teeth, address Christmas cards, paint my toenails, and call Bull's mama to remind her we would have plenty of food when she arrived and that it wasn't necessary to bring her homemade possum pie or any other baked/roasted road kill. If she does, I'm afraid Vi will shoot it.
It took me a minute to realize Cowboy had stopped talking. Oh well, those things happen. The upside is that he's getting O-L-D and his memory is shot. The downside is that David will probably remind him of things best forgotten.
The only regret about cutting the Crete/Greece trip short... I wasn't there long enough to see what needed seeing and I didn't get a chance to do any Christmas shopping. I did get a few recipes which I'll post eventually.
I miss my guy something awful and will let him know how much when I see him in a few days. Glory will keep everyone fed while I'm away and Vi will make sure the medics are doing what's necessary for Max. She'll also keep David on his toes. His house is upside down with all of us here but he's genuinely happy to have us. I might have to break down and do something nice for the nasty Marine.
~Sar~
Civilian medical personnel are very civil unless bullied. I demanded to know every detail of Max's condition. They answered in vague terms. I whipped out my cell phone and called Cowboy who called somebody "medical" at Bethesda Naval Hospital who called somebody else higher ranked than the Bethesda person who called the doctor standing in front of me. Then I got all the details I needed to know and a more understanding and compassionate medical staff.
Strokes and other horrendous medical events may be commonplace to some hospital personnel but to the person and family going through this event, it's (hopefully) a one-time event and extraordinarily stressful. I expect they want more than vague answers, too. Okay, off my soapbox.
When Max was stable, the medics recommended a rehab facility but after much discussion, they agreed he would be better off surrounded by family and as long as we had certified health care providers - nurse, various therapists - he could come home with me. I neglected to mention that my home was a couple thousand miles away from the hospital. Details.
My friend Alli's husband is an architect. His company has a business plane. She and I convinced him that it was in his company's best interest... to fly Max and Vi and Glory and me to the West coast. I've known Paul since he and Alli were married - upteen years ago. Cowboy and I are godparents to their four boys. Paul has known Max and the ladies for upteen years and agreed everyone would be more comfortable flying in a private plane. Max slept in a hospital bed the whole way home.
We're at David's house in the San Juans - Vi and Glory, city girls, are eating this up. Max has perked up a bit enjoying the sea air and the dogs and I are jogging on the beach early mornings. Glory is cooking. Vi is re-organizing David's house. Bull is eating... Max is doing splendidly with a physical therapist and a speech therapist! David is teaching Max to play chess. I am teaching Max how to win. Max rests a lot; I take catnaps in a chair by his bed when he does.
Cowboy wants to know if I'm getting enough rest and do I eat regular meals? Rolling my eyes here... the man can ask the dumbest questions. Tsk.
The three cats lay on Max's bed. DomTom tries to wash Max's face but his whiskers tickle which makes Max sneeze. Sneezing is good I think.
The tortoise chewed on a pair or Vi's shoes which she left out on the deck. Vi asked me to pick the lock on David's gun cabinet so she could shoot the tortoise... David immediately hid all the ammunition. Not too many of David's lady friends have come calling since they heard that Vi's aim is really good. Tortoise hid in her shell house until I coaxed her out with Twinkies.
And to think that the giant squid is missing all this excitement!
David is keeping score about how many times Cowboy should spank me when he gets home. I told him it's his word against mine. Hmmm, I hope that works in my favor.
Flying to DC for Cowboy's retirement ceremony. A few days of lunches, dinners, ceremonies. There's a special ball for senior-ranked retiring officers, very fancy. Instead of dress whites, Cowboy will be wearing "mess dress" which is the Navy's version of a tuxedo. Ladies are required to wear floor-length gowns. I have a luscious new gown for the occasion. Cowboy warned me NOT to wear blue jeans under my dress. Tsk! As if! Just because I had them on when I tried the dress on... He also mentioned that undies were a requirement. Sheesh! The Navy sure has a lot of dress rules.
He also warned me to be polite to the wives of other senior ranked officers who will be in attendance. Honestly, I'm always polite - not always civil - but always polite.
He mouthed off a bunch of other nonsense but I move on mentally when he starts lecturing. So while he went through a list of "do-not's," I planned a few holiday menus. Then I made mental notes to brush the dog's teeth, address Christmas cards, paint my toenails, and call Bull's mama to remind her we would have plenty of food when she arrived and that it wasn't necessary to bring her homemade possum pie or any other baked/roasted road kill. If she does, I'm afraid Vi will shoot it.
It took me a minute to realize Cowboy had stopped talking. Oh well, those things happen. The upside is that he's getting O-L-D and his memory is shot. The downside is that David will probably remind him of things best forgotten.
The only regret about cutting the Crete/Greece trip short... I wasn't there long enough to see what needed seeing and I didn't get a chance to do any Christmas shopping. I did get a few recipes which I'll post eventually.
I miss my guy something awful and will let him know how much when I see him in a few days. Glory will keep everyone fed while I'm away and Vi will make sure the medics are doing what's necessary for Max. She'll also keep David on his toes. His house is upside down with all of us here but he's genuinely happy to have us. I might have to break down and do something nice for the nasty Marine.
~Sar~
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Unexpected Change in Plans
Cowboy here. Sar is in Chicago. We were barely settled in Crete when a call came in that Sar's foster Dad, Max, had another stroke. This one is more serious than the first. My wife took the first flight out, rushed to the hospital to be with him, Glory and Violet. One side of his body is immobile, speech almost nonexistent but starting to come back a bit. Docs say his recuperation is possible but it will be a slow process.
Those of you who know Sar know that hospitals/medics aren't on any list of the imp's favorites. Max was in intensive care unit until a few days ago. The nurse said she could visit for a few minutes, then had to leave. Glory said nobody knew what Sar said to the nurse but leaving Max alone was not an option; the nurse capitulated. That's my girl.
A group of Sar's childhood friends were called in to monitor Max, chauffeur the ladies home to rest, also to bring in "food a body can eat." Max and his ladies live close to downtown Chicago. Food of many varieties are abundantly available. I know mia bambina has not had much rest. I suspect Sar stays by Max's side to ensure the medics know she's supervising their actions. Glory tells me Sar has checked out rehab facilities, constantly urges Max to talk, often whispers prayers.
Vi says the imp is running out of steam. Alli, a longtime friend, dragged Sar out of the hospital one afternoon, took her to an animal shelter. Immediately, spirits were lifted. Sar played with a number of dogs, taught a few how to sit, probably gave all the shelter workers a great deal of entertainment. The shelter manager offered her a job. That's my girl.
I wrote the above a few days ago. Update: Max's condition has stabilized. It's time he moves to a rehab center or some similar facility. My wife informed me this morning that she is bringing him home - to David's house actually. The ladies love the beach; Max loves the ladies so it's the beach. Sar knew David would not object; Sar's childhood family is our family. Bull can't wait for them to arrive. Glory is the one who taught Sar to cook and bake; the food possibilities stagger the big kid.
If nothing changes, they'll stay at David's or our house through the holidays. Unless Sar is using Vi's laptop, mia bambina isn't on the Internet. I doubt she has excess time or energy for much of that right now. In the meantime, I'm in Crete till mid-November. I'll head to D.C. for official retirement ceremony. I'm hoping Sar will be able to fly in for that. If she can, we'll fly home together. I miss her.
Cowboy
Those of you who know Sar know that hospitals/medics aren't on any list of the imp's favorites. Max was in intensive care unit until a few days ago. The nurse said she could visit for a few minutes, then had to leave. Glory said nobody knew what Sar said to the nurse but leaving Max alone was not an option; the nurse capitulated. That's my girl.
A group of Sar's childhood friends were called in to monitor Max, chauffeur the ladies home to rest, also to bring in "food a body can eat." Max and his ladies live close to downtown Chicago. Food of many varieties are abundantly available. I know mia bambina has not had much rest. I suspect Sar stays by Max's side to ensure the medics know she's supervising their actions. Glory tells me Sar has checked out rehab facilities, constantly urges Max to talk, often whispers prayers.
Vi says the imp is running out of steam. Alli, a longtime friend, dragged Sar out of the hospital one afternoon, took her to an animal shelter. Immediately, spirits were lifted. Sar played with a number of dogs, taught a few how to sit, probably gave all the shelter workers a great deal of entertainment. The shelter manager offered her a job. That's my girl.
I wrote the above a few days ago. Update: Max's condition has stabilized. It's time he moves to a rehab center or some similar facility. My wife informed me this morning that she is bringing him home - to David's house actually. The ladies love the beach; Max loves the ladies so it's the beach. Sar knew David would not object; Sar's childhood family is our family. Bull can't wait for them to arrive. Glory is the one who taught Sar to cook and bake; the food possibilities stagger the big kid.
If nothing changes, they'll stay at David's or our house through the holidays. Unless Sar is using Vi's laptop, mia bambina isn't on the Internet. I doubt she has excess time or energy for much of that right now. In the meantime, I'm in Crete till mid-November. I'll head to D.C. for official retirement ceremony. I'm hoping Sar will be able to fly in for that. If she can, we'll fly home together. I miss her.
Cowboy
Friday, October 10, 2008
Hello from Crete, Greece
I know, I know. It's been forever since one of us posted. Mea culpa. Okay, that's out of the way.
First and foremost, your posts and emails with words of comfort about our Panda meant the world to me. They helped both of us through a trying time and mere words of thanks don't do justice to how much we appreciate your warm friendship. Thank you.
We were going to take SweetPea and BullyBoy with us, went through the time consuming challenge of getting both dogs vaccinated to European standards, new microchips, health papers, etc. Then we lost Panda and I didn't want Tank to be alone so we left them at home.
Currently, all the critters remain at David's house on the beach. Bull is taking care of them. Next week he'll be moving back to the mainland to our home and taking all the critters with him. I think all will be more comfortable there. David's housekeeper will come by periodically to make sure the man isn't starving to death. Both my freezers are full which should last the behemoth about a week and a half.
Greece: The Navy base here is actually in Crete - a beautiful island just south of the Greek mainland and bordering Souda Bay - to be exact. The U.S. Navy rents base space from the U.S. Air Force so naturally I had to ask the giant squid if the flyboys and the flying squids ever mixed it up. I got a "look" and a swat...
We left for Greece a week later than planned, then made an unplanned stopover in St. Louis, MO. My family - Max and Glory and Vi - were visiting friends there when Max was rushed to the hospital. He had a minor stroke, had temporary paralysis on one side and recovered fairly quickly. Cowboy and I got them back to their home in Chicago and stayed long enough to make sure Max was on the mend. By the time we got to Crete, I was a little worn out. We stayed in visiting officers' quarters for a couple of nights and now we're in a really lovely villa with a glorious view of the water.
The mainland isn't too far away and there are several shuttles - air as well as boat - that go back and forth daily. I've made the trip only once so far - the island here is just begging to be explored and I want to do that first. All over, there are food stands... need I say more? Sweet treats and olives! Cooking oils and bits of meats that are just soooooo delicious. (I haven't asked what kind of meat; sometimes it's best not to know all the details.)
Everywhere, the food is all "mom and pop" which is the best of course. No chain food restaurants here. The homemade feta is out of this world! The tzatziki sauce wunderbar! The pastries are impossibly delicious. I've been eating almost nonstop. Cowboy and I have sampled the fare at several family-run eateries and everyone has been most generous with sharing their recipes. We'll be eating "Greek" quite a bit when we get home so I can try out all those delicious dishes in my own kitchen.
The Navy wives billeted here are a friendly bunch and some of them invited me to lunch on the beach. I put a "decent" 2-piece swimsuit in my shoulder bag in case swimming was an option - weather in the high 60s-low 70s during the day - but no one was game. Tsk. Cowboy said that was a good thing; swimming in unfamiliar waters was never a good idea. Honestly... the man is talking like he's o-l-d.
SWAT!
Tsk! It's not like I packed a string bikini!
Err... yes I did but we don't need to discuss that.
There are numerous islands between Crete and Greece and all need to be visited, food sampled, et al. And then there's all those wonderful Greek cityscapes that are waiting. I want to visit the main tourist sites and see if I can get to the not-so-touristy sites. Cowboy was going to pay an off-duty squid to escort me here and there but he's worried I'll corrupt the young man and get him to take me places he doesn't think I should visit.
What? Me? Corrupt a young sailor? Where? When?
So he hired a 40-ish sailor...
I met the 40-ish squid... no problem. He's happy to show me all the sites; I'm happy to let him. Then... we'll see what happens next.
"You better behave, imp!" Cowboy declared.
"I'll just be my natural self," I agreed.
"That's what worries me!"
SWAT!
Laughing... plotting...
~Sar~
First and foremost, your posts and emails with words of comfort about our Panda meant the world to me. They helped both of us through a trying time and mere words of thanks don't do justice to how much we appreciate your warm friendship. Thank you.
We were going to take SweetPea and BullyBoy with us, went through the time consuming challenge of getting both dogs vaccinated to European standards, new microchips, health papers, etc. Then we lost Panda and I didn't want Tank to be alone so we left them at home.
Currently, all the critters remain at David's house on the beach. Bull is taking care of them. Next week he'll be moving back to the mainland to our home and taking all the critters with him. I think all will be more comfortable there. David's housekeeper will come by periodically to make sure the man isn't starving to death. Both my freezers are full which should last the behemoth about a week and a half.
Greece: The Navy base here is actually in Crete - a beautiful island just south of the Greek mainland and bordering Souda Bay - to be exact. The U.S. Navy rents base space from the U.S. Air Force so naturally I had to ask the giant squid if the flyboys and the flying squids ever mixed it up. I got a "look" and a swat...
We left for Greece a week later than planned, then made an unplanned stopover in St. Louis, MO. My family - Max and Glory and Vi - were visiting friends there when Max was rushed to the hospital. He had a minor stroke, had temporary paralysis on one side and recovered fairly quickly. Cowboy and I got them back to their home in Chicago and stayed long enough to make sure Max was on the mend. By the time we got to Crete, I was a little worn out. We stayed in visiting officers' quarters for a couple of nights and now we're in a really lovely villa with a glorious view of the water.
The mainland isn't too far away and there are several shuttles - air as well as boat - that go back and forth daily. I've made the trip only once so far - the island here is just begging to be explored and I want to do that first. All over, there are food stands... need I say more? Sweet treats and olives! Cooking oils and bits of meats that are just soooooo delicious. (I haven't asked what kind of meat; sometimes it's best not to know all the details.)
Everywhere, the food is all "mom and pop" which is the best of course. No chain food restaurants here. The homemade feta is out of this world! The tzatziki sauce wunderbar! The pastries are impossibly delicious. I've been eating almost nonstop. Cowboy and I have sampled the fare at several family-run eateries and everyone has been most generous with sharing their recipes. We'll be eating "Greek" quite a bit when we get home so I can try out all those delicious dishes in my own kitchen.
The Navy wives billeted here are a friendly bunch and some of them invited me to lunch on the beach. I put a "decent" 2-piece swimsuit in my shoulder bag in case swimming was an option - weather in the high 60s-low 70s during the day - but no one was game. Tsk. Cowboy said that was a good thing; swimming in unfamiliar waters was never a good idea. Honestly... the man is talking like he's o-l-d.
SWAT!
Tsk! It's not like I packed a string bikini!
Err... yes I did but we don't need to discuss that.
There are numerous islands between Crete and Greece and all need to be visited, food sampled, et al. And then there's all those wonderful Greek cityscapes that are waiting. I want to visit the main tourist sites and see if I can get to the not-so-touristy sites. Cowboy was going to pay an off-duty squid to escort me here and there but he's worried I'll corrupt the young man and get him to take me places he doesn't think I should visit.
What? Me? Corrupt a young sailor? Where? When?
So he hired a 40-ish sailor...
I met the 40-ish squid... no problem. He's happy to show me all the sites; I'm happy to let him. Then... we'll see what happens next.
"You better behave, imp!" Cowboy declared.
"I'll just be my natural self," I agreed.
"That's what worries me!"
SWAT!
Laughing... plotting...
~Sar~
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Panda
Cowboy here. Sadly, our Rott Panda passed away a few nights ago. Naturally my wife is having a hard time of it; she's grieving for a beloved pet. The saving grace is that the animal had a good life. The dog's last few months were filled with romps on the beach, good food, and in the company of loved ones.
The dog's lungs were fading. She had several bouts of pneumonia last winter. A constant cough left her weak, a bit debilitated. It was just a matter of time. In short, she died in Sar's arms, her mate, Tank, beside her. I finally had to pull Sar away from her; David had to separate Tank from the 2 of them so we could do what was necessary.
We've lost other dogs, a few cats over the years. Our first Rott and Bull Mastiff accompanied us from Florida to the West Coast. Both dogs, about the same age as Panda, were lost to cancer, dying within a week of each other. Our current dogs were a few months old at the time. I fully believe they are responsible for keeping my wife sane through that ordeal.
I'm aware that the death of a beloved pet does not compare with the death of a person. Due to the nature of my career, we've experienced the loss of too many friends to combat as well as family members. Losing a pet still hurts. Panda was more than a pet; she was a highly trained guard dog. Like our other dogs, the Rott was a certified therapy dog as well - visiting folks in hospitals, rehabilitation centers, schools for disabled children. She was particularly gentle around children and the elderly.
There are many stories that could be related about Panda's character, personality, her strength, loyalty, her bravery and her love for my wife as well as her mate. I'll let Sar tell these stories if she's so inclined. For now, she and Tank are comforting each other.
We fly to Greece in a few days. One of us will check back with you once we're settled.
Cowboy
The dog's lungs were fading. She had several bouts of pneumonia last winter. A constant cough left her weak, a bit debilitated. It was just a matter of time. In short, she died in Sar's arms, her mate, Tank, beside her. I finally had to pull Sar away from her; David had to separate Tank from the 2 of them so we could do what was necessary.
We've lost other dogs, a few cats over the years. Our first Rott and Bull Mastiff accompanied us from Florida to the West Coast. Both dogs, about the same age as Panda, were lost to cancer, dying within a week of each other. Our current dogs were a few months old at the time. I fully believe they are responsible for keeping my wife sane through that ordeal.
I'm aware that the death of a beloved pet does not compare with the death of a person. Due to the nature of my career, we've experienced the loss of too many friends to combat as well as family members. Losing a pet still hurts. Panda was more than a pet; she was a highly trained guard dog. Like our other dogs, the Rott was a certified therapy dog as well - visiting folks in hospitals, rehabilitation centers, schools for disabled children. She was particularly gentle around children and the elderly.
There are many stories that could be related about Panda's character, personality, her strength, loyalty, her bravery and her love for my wife as well as her mate. I'll let Sar tell these stories if she's so inclined. For now, she and Tank are comforting each other.
We fly to Greece in a few days. One of us will check back with you once we're settled.
Cowboy
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