Friday, November 21, 2014

Distinguished Graduate Dog

If you've been over to my house in the last six months, you know about the trials and tribulations we've had with Patches, our puppy. Yes, he's adorable, yes, he's smart and high-spirited, but he is also pure puppy. There is no item in our house he hasn't tried to gnaw on or consume, he jumps, he barks, he is a professional sock transporter.

But last night, he graduated from his first basic obedience class. That's right, if you wave a treat in front of him, he will now sit, lie down, "leave it", stay, and possibly offer you a paw. Ask him to sit without bologna in your hand, and you have a fifty-fifty chance he will do it.

I think the best part of these classes for Patches was learning to focus around other dogs. Mo-mo and Skitz, a Golden Retriever teenager and a Puggle, were quite the distraction for him, and he's not very used to being around other dogs. Also I've been trying to get him out to the dog park when it's not 15 degrees out, and he loves that interaction.

Anyway, he managed to pull it off. Congratulations, Patches, on your (and my) achievement. I will now take my Thursday nights back to myself!

Looking most distinguished

Mom: Why?


Thursday, November 20, 2014

Worried About a Friend

It's hard for me to write about, it's hard for me to even think about, but the amazing, powerful, victorious head of Get Born is really sick. Really, really sick right now.

There are so many things I don't understand about cancer but the biggest thing is why? Heather L has had breast cancer for as long as I've known her, which is almost four years now. She has gone through so many cycles of suffering with different treatments, and so many additional illnesses that have made the cancer treatments even more unbearable.

And despite a totally yucky divorce situation, she has retained the bright beauty of her daughters, who make all her struggles totally worth it. Heather also possesses a totally fierce tribe of women friends who basically parade through her life bringing meals, rides, company, massages, laughter, cleaning services, and healing touch.

I don't know how Heather does it, how she finds the silver lining even when things are so desperate, but I do know that when the time comes for me to fight for my life, I really hope to have a tribe half as fierce and half as generous as Heather's.

So today I'm holding Heather in my heart, hoping for better treatment options and light at the end of the tunnel. Because she has been in this terrible tunnel for much too long.

Some of the Get Born bloggers and Heather at a feminist blogger's discussion

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Bad Vertigo Day

Yesterday around 2pm I started getting that awful, whooshy feeling in my head. My environment started rotating around me in a most disconcerting way, and I was forced to keep my head as still as possible.

It's pretty hard to explain that to a four year old, but I did my best. Maeve sweetly guided me around the house, holding my hand to help me stay steady, and made me stick a big popsicle stick in my mouth to prove I was sick. That seemed to do it for her. She was a big help, running to get things for me or turn lights on, etc. But I was stuck on the couch, basically, from two to six.

Luckily, Daddy sent the okay for us to get pizza delivered, so Maeve and I just hunkered down and watched both Despicable Me dvds, then Ice Age, and had some pizza. I even managed to give her a bath, while resting my head on my bed most of the time. All in all, I pretty much totally rocked that vertigo spell, and I'm proud of myself.

Thankfully it wore off about 80% after I put Maeve to bed, and I got pretty decent sleep and feel well this morning. I shall knock vigorously on wood and hope it does not return!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Maeve's Beautiful Language

Last night, we drove to a friend's house after dinner; a rare enough occurrence that Maeve got a chance to take in the lights of Broomfield after dark.

Mom. The horizon is sparkling like a sparkling jewel, she said.

I am raising a poet.

Later that night, as I put her to bed, I heard this: When that chicken listens to his sock like it's a phone, it jokes me up!

Some days her language just flows like a river, and all I can do is try to keep up!

stock photo from cagurl23 at DeviantArt

Monday, November 17, 2014

Early Holidays

It's a tricky situation. For me, the holiday season starts early and keeps on going, because I try to celebrate Christmas with my friends before my parents get here, so all my cards and homemade gifts need to get done by the first week of December. But we won't put up the tree and really decorate around here until after Thanksgiving. So I write our Christmas cards with a certain amount of holiday spirit that I just find in my heart, without the glow of Christmas lights or the aid of egg nog.

But I really love writing Christmas cards - if you know me, you know it's something I've always done, ever since high school. It's so lovely to take the time to share with the people I care about the most, and I love writing to all my friends individually. But with arthritis the way it is, I can only usually get a few done every night, so I need to get started now!

I have already started the first of our cards, so hopefully I can get them all done by the first week of December! So if you get yours in the mail on December 3rd, don't feel like I'm trying to beat everyone to the punch, I just try to get them done before my parents get here on the 12th.

What? Christmas? Already?