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Musings from the Laundromat: Early Bird & Bush Maze Butters edition

I slept most of yesterday away – I feel guilty about that – like I’d wasted precious life time, then try to convince myself it’s a decadence I deserve occasionally.

As a result, after also going to bed early, I woke quite frequently in the night.  But every time I did, I had that lovely sensation of ‘tomorrow is Sunday – go back to sleep’.

I haven’t been feeling well lately – for about a week I’ve been tired and have a strange goosebump thing going on.  It only occurs on my left thigh.  My vision has been blurry, my stomach upset and I’ve just been so tired!

I tried not to google – reached out to some friends and then yesterday, after the goosebump phenomena became more frequent, I flipping googled.

So now, I know, it could be anything from a B12 deficiency to a life threatening thing I can’t even pronounce.

I digress.  So I slept a lot yesterday.

I awoke promptly at 6 a.m.  Put the coffee on and grabbed Butter’s leash.

We ventured out into the yard and after stopping a few times to nibble on grass (her, not me) we headed to her spots.

“Hey!  Let’s try to remember you have me on the other end of the leash.”  This, after she tried to take me on an adventure.

It’s a gauntlet out there!  She has mazes and pathways that I can’t join her in exploring.  I end up quoting Star Wars’ Padme often, “You’re going down a path I cannot follow!”

There was the one time I tried and ended up in a Superman flight pose hung from a palm tree.  No joke.  It was like a scene out of Hellraiser.

Barbs dug into my skin suspending me while I tried to maintain hold of her leash.  (She had just been spayed and I didn’t want her exerting herself.)  Oh how I wish I had a picture of that for you – because looking back, it was VERY comical.  Although, at the time, with blood exiting multiple puncture wounds, not so much.

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Here’s one picture of her entering her maze.  Look carefully, you can see her bum and tail.

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And here she is on the other side.

The great thing about this morning was the fact that it’s overcast and we have rain in our imminent future.

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As I drove to the laundromat, sparse sprinkles hit my windshield.  Perfect weather for a Sunday.

And, perfect movie weather.  I’ll get my chores done in record time and  watch ‘Room’ which was finally available in the Redbox.  And I will rest some more.

Because I’ve decided it’s not a waste of a day if you’re taking care of yourself.

 

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Broken keyboard musings from the laundromat

I had an amazing chat with laundry lady this morning, but since I spilled an entire cup of juice on my keyboard last night, it won’t be shared.  When I type it comes out completely weird with extra letters and touch typing the screen is a pain in the arse, so … You get photos.  Just know, I woke up waaaay late, tossed a Thor shirt on, brushed my teeth and then my hair and gathered it into a pony tail and left quickly!  Found out laundry lady walks to work.  She’d also already reset wi-fi for me and made coffee.  Bless her heart.  Now for the pics.

Here’s Draper: AKA ‘Le Drape’image

 

And Butters and Le Drape:

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And, something that cracked me up because it’s been SO hot this last week:

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Of course, we only had that one snow fall on New Year’s Eve, but, still made me smile.  Reminded me to quit complaining. Lol.  Happy Sunday everyone.

Le Drape & Butters

I’ve had neither the discipline nor the inspiration to write of late.  Not even a sea of new faces at the Laundromat last Sunday could tempt me.

Needless to say, there have been a LOT of life/routine changes.

New dynamics in the house: Two new roomies.

Getting used to living with someone you didn’t give birth to is weird!

Although, living with someone you DID give birth to has its moments too …

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Adjusting has been surprisingly easy actually.  It certainly helps being über comfortable with that person to begin with.

Helps that they spoon and tell you ‘I love you’ first thing in the morning even before you brush your teeth.

AND … Butters is enjoying her new friend the cat. That alone, was a HUGE relief for me!!

It was the only variable I was terrified could go horribly wrong!

I was certain, worrier that I am, that I would be getting a phone call advising that either:  A) Butters eyeball was now located on cat’s claw. Or, B) Butters had just ended all 9 of the cats’ lives.

But those things did not happen.  It’s a freaking miracle as far as I’m concerned.  Okay, maybe not, probably the prep work, patience and work we put into their introductions had a lot to do with that one – and the fact that both fur kids are inherently sweet-natured.

Cat has a name. Draper. Poor Draper – reducing him to ‘The Cat.’

Le Drape.

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He’s so mellow – except when he gets a little bonkers in the morning … then there is that whole run at top speed from one room to the next feline ‘thing’ that happens.

He’s also learned to sit on the rug in front of the fridge alongside Butters when I am making my lunch sandwich in the morning.

Clever. Clever boy.

So they each got a bit of cheese and lunch meat, because they were being freaking adorable – which, started a bad habit.

I own it!  My fault!  Totally my fault.  But they were working together and getting along so WELL during begging!

So anyway, here they are staring at ‘dad’ wanting some of HIS food.  You’re welcome honey.

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They are the alpha’s in the house, no doubt. They have us VERY well-trained.

I even managed to have one of those moments I only read about on the internet. My fiancée explaining that he came to bed only to find me, snoozing diagonally across the king sized bed – Draper curled in between my legs and Butters smashed up against my side – leaving him with the conundrum of ‘where the hell am I sleeping??’

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SO now you’re caught up, turns out I will not be the cat lady – just a one cat gal – and a happy ever after after all.

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Musings from the Laundromat: Cats & Dogs and Naming Glaucoma man Edition

Me: Glaucoma man is here.

Jim: What’s his name?

Me: Glaucoma man … I don’t know.  I don’t name them, then I won’t feel so bad if I lose one.

Immediately upon introducing the two, Jim got his name.

Dammit!

So, now you do too.

Glaucoma man is Roger.

And he’s sporting some serious shorts today.

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All this time, we shared our lives, but never our names.  He still doesn’t know mine.  Oh!  I ran into him at the grocery store last week!  It was bizarre.

I was getting groceries the morning I was to pick up Jim at the airport, and I heard a familiar voice in the cereal aisle.

It’s like seeing a teacher out of school … or a co-worker in an unexpected place.

He showed me his new haircut and asked why I wasn’t at work.  When we parted, he said “Don’t work too hard.”

I found that odd.  Well, the whole interaction outside of the laundromat was odd.

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It’s been a great weekend.  I would say it’s been weird adjusting to having a roommate, but it hasn’t been.  At all.

What we ARE still adjusting to, is the integration of my dog and his cat.  It’s going well.  But Butters (as Jim so appropriately described her) is like a bowling ball with legs.

Her eagerness might end up causing Draper an injury.  So we’re very watchful when they’re together.

And yes, they’ve reached the point, after a few nights of pining and sniffing and exploring – of being in the same room.

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We followed the SPCA’s advise and rewarded Butters for calm behavior walking past the baby gate divide.  Draper was on one side, leashed and Butters leashed on the other.  Each with their person.

We were determined not to rush it.

Needed it to be a positive experience for each of them.

We still have a lot of work to do … but making great progress.

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So many new people here today – people I’ve never seen before.  Glaucoma man is leaving, I feel a little out of place now.

Then I glance over at my honey’s seat and he’s been drawing as I have been writing …

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And now I don’t feel out of place anymore.

Everything is as it was meant to be.

Roger that.

Faith, Hope, Love

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I had these ‘peelable’ words in my bathroom, on my light fixture.  I took them off today.

Not because I don’t believe in them.  Because they were peeling of their own accord and I was in Ultra Domestic Goddess mode today.

I started off with awaking at 1:00 a.m. with Butters staring at me.  Urgently.  Whining.  We went outside and she chowed down on any grass she could find.  Which, in a desert, is a pretty futile effort, but she knew every spot in our yard.

This could be (other than a ‘duh’ moment) indicative of the fact that the very day before, she started eating garbage.  She has NEVER done this!

She wouldn’t even eat delicious, hot, human food sitting at her eye level before she was spayed! I do not know what she ate that brought on such an emergency … other than Q-tips, tissue and ok … mother nature arrived.  (For the second time this month … another post … or not) Ug.

But she has NEVER … EVER … before. Weird.  I wonder if that means after her surgery she was craving something her body needed, much like us girls do at certain times of the month. We can be all ‘salad and healthy’ then ‘give me a f*&$ing burger’.

So knowing this, we were outside for half an hour early in the morning while she scavenged for grass.

I’m no dummy.  I know dogs eat grass when they want to puke.  Bottom line.   But, there was no puking.

So I’m a little concerned about her.  I’ve let her out sans leash a couple of times, it’s been 10 days since her surgery … but mostly I’m still walking her, because she seems to like it.  And also, I get to tell her in non-verbal ways, that she doesn’t have to bark at every car that goes by.

Rewind.

I was up at 7 a.m.  (Expecting to walk into the main house to find Butters vomit – but no, we already know that.)

I went to bed early – so, in spite of my 1:00 a.m. awakening, I was spry.  (I’m excited I get to use that in a sentence! LOL!)

My morning: 7:30 – left house.  Off to get my oil changed (turns out I have a tiny leak and they talked me into synthetic oil since I’m over 75,000 miles).  Car wash.

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Store for my future cat ‘Draper’ – cat bowl, cat food, cat toys purchased.

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Bank, for money.  Since Nic lost my card, I’m doing this a lot. Good thing I used to work with these chicks and I love visiting them.

Purchased Nic’s 20th birthday gifts.  (Ug! That’s a whole other post.  My baby is going to be 20 on Tuesday!!!!)

Dropped donations off at Goodwill.

Stopped at the shops for things for my honey, for the house.

Got gas.

20 cents off per gallon!  Thanks Smiths!

Got home.

1:00 P.M.   Did a majority of the weeding in the yard, after picking up the poop earlier.

Butters got to sit outside without her leash!

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Cleaned house.

I kept avoiding the bedroom and worked on the rest of the house, I’m loving our nerd living room:

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Thought about a woman’s ‘Day Off’.

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Eventually got to the bedroom … and I can now walk through it.  And it is ready. And there is space for my honey.

 

So, back to ‘Faith, Hope, Love’.

Someone commented, when I shared my morning:

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Bottom line is I am SO grateful.  Grateful that I even had the money for the oil change and the car that required it.  The physical ability to weed that wretched dirt yard – the mental strength and ability to go through every single piece of my past these past weeks – the determination to make my past and present ready for my future.

The Faith that what I am pouring into my tomorrow is worth it. (It is, I know it.)

The Love still in my heart … that I fell head over heels with the man who I know was always meant for me.

I am SO grateful.

So very, very, very grateful.

And I can’t wait until he’s finally here.

Less than two weeks – and this girl has the man of her dreams, dreaming next to her.