2006/06/04
$25 Worth of Gas and Hooked on Grass
Well, some surprises. The funeral on Saturday wasn't too sad, but then I never met W's husband. I saw a few teacher friends. It was nice to connect with them.
Then today I went out to Gimli to check on the RV. I had planned to cut the grass and get the bill for the repair, but when I got there it had been raining for some time and the grass was too wet to cut. The Mr. Fixit who was to repair the toilet hadn't been there. The worst surprise was it was really hard to be there without him. I was there with Margot a couple of weeks ago, but it was the first time I went there alone. I found another pair of his shoes, some New Balance runners that he had left there. That brought on the tears. I wondered if it would be this hard every time I go there. I briefly considered selling the RV, but that made me feel even more sad.
A wasted trip, $25 worth of gas and I was sad all the way home. I did some major howling when I got home. I miss him so. Poor Suzie. She hates it when I do that. She goes and hides in her bed. Then, I put on some Brazilian music and vacuumed and dusted the entire house. That put me in a better mood. Hard work, that's the ticket.
Speaking of surprises, my little canine daughter has a new addiction. I noticed this spring she tends to chew on any little clumps of grass left after cutting the grass. Well, now she is really hooked on grass. I caught her chewing her way through a bag of grass cuttings! The clippings were scattered by the garbage can and she was chowing down on it! It's a full-blown addiction! What a mess I had to clean up. I guess I'll have to send her to a rehab. Would they take her at the Betty Ford Clinic? I have to keep the bags of grass clippings outside the fence from now on. Mustn't feed her addiction. LOL
Tomorrow I meet with a woman to plan the bathroom renos. I also go to J's funeral. This one will likely be harder. He was a good friend.
Am I the only person still blogging? It sure feels lonely out here. Come on, folks, do some blogging! I'm starved for news. Tata and peace.
I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
~Amy Lowell, "The Letter"
$25 Worth of Gas and Hooked on Grass
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Then today I went out to Gimli to check on the RV. I had planned to cut the grass and get the bill for the repair, but when I got there it had been raining for some time and the grass was too wet to cut. The Mr. Fixit who was to repair the toilet hadn't been there. The worst surprise was it was really hard to be there without him. I was there with Margot a couple of weeks ago, but it was the first time I went there alone. I found another pair of his shoes, some New Balance runners that he had left there. That brought on the tears. I wondered if it would be this hard every time I go there. I briefly considered selling the RV, but that made me feel even more sad.
A wasted trip, $25 worth of gas and I was sad all the way home. I did some major howling when I got home. I miss him so. Poor Suzie. She hates it when I do that. She goes and hides in her bed. Then, I put on some Brazilian music and vacuumed and dusted the entire house. That put me in a better mood. Hard work, that's the ticket.
Speaking of surprises, my little canine daughter has a new addiction. I noticed this spring she tends to chew on any little clumps of grass left after cutting the grass. Well, now she is really hooked on grass. I caught her chewing her way through a bag of grass cuttings! The clippings were scattered by the garbage can and she was chowing down on it! It's a full-blown addiction! What a mess I had to clean up. I guess I'll have to send her to a rehab. Would they take her at the Betty Ford Clinic? I have to keep the bags of grass clippings outside the fence from now on. Mustn't feed her addiction. LOL
Tomorrow I meet with a woman to plan the bathroom renos. I also go to J's funeral. This one will likely be harder. He was a good friend.
Am I the only person still blogging? It sure feels lonely out here. Come on, folks, do some blogging! I'm starved for news. Tata and peace.
I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
~Amy Lowell, "The Letter"
$25 Worth of Gas and Hooked on Grass
Comments:
Where do you get the lovely quotes Catherine. I love reading them almost as much as your own works.
Yes, I must do some blogging. I haven't for some time now.
Denise
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Yes, I must do some blogging. I haven't for some time now.
Denise
