going on here today. You are probably as tired of hearing about my aches and pains as I am of having them. A little at a time, I'm getting caught up on nearly a months worth of neglected chores. Something blew up inside my microwave so scrubbing that is on my to do list, as well as cleaning the refrigerator that contains what appears to be some really bad science experiments. I am a bit surprised how quickly things can deteriorate when not attended to regularly.
It would be fairly easy to sink into a bout of depression, so I work really, really hard to not let that happen. When I need to get off my feet, I sit and crochet or sew and watch old movies. My choices are Agatha Christie type mysteries or comedies. Mostly mysteries, for I have always liked a good "Who-Done-It." My Kindle is full of old, out of copyright books gleaned from the Internet, and I have to say that I am enjoying reading more often than I usually do. The books may be old, but the stories are timeless.
It's the little things that help get me through. Like the promise from Youngest Son that when he is in town this week, he will bring me a treat from Dairy Queen. I still haven't forgiven Dairy Queen for moving from two blocks away to the other side of town. Years ago I had a Cocker Spaniel. I would take him to the Dairy Queen with me. A regular sized chocolate cone for me and a baby sized vanilla cone for him. Had to stop doing that, though, when he refused to move unless we were headed in the direction of the ice cream. I loved that dog! He was the same one who would turn his back on me and grumble when I wouldn't share my spaghetti with him.
I wonder if dogs understand more than we give them credit for. The past two weeks Jessie Jane has spent a great amount of time laying on the floor next to me with either her chin or a paw on my foot. This is unusual behavior for her. And Lily spends time bringing her toys - and she has a bunch of them - to lay next to me. I have to be careful not to trip over piles of tennis balls and stuffed animals. This is something she has never done before. She will scatter them about in play, but never pile them up for me.
I have sat long enough. Off to clean the fridge. I had better, for the last time I opened the door, I think something growled at me. If you don't hear from me in a day or two, send in a rescue party!
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