The last two weeks have been quite crazy, though not necessarily in a bad way.
We had the opportunity to go to Alabama and spend time with family. While there, we visited with family, got to visit a WWII museum (Did you know Alabama was the home of two German POW camps? I didn't until this past year.) with my husband, parents, and aunt, and had a small opportunity to discuss medical issues with my Mom. There's a strong possibility we'll head back there in the fall (to my parents, not the museum), even if Mom overrides the doctors and says no to surgery. Watching parents age isn't fun. I briefly flipped through some old pictures one night, and found a picture (which I remember being made) of my Mom and most of her siblings when they were my age. It was kind of strange seeing it. It was like looking at my younger sister and a few cousins dressed in 80's clothes and hairstyles.
We made it home, exhausted, to deal with the fact that a strange, starving dog (now at the pound) had showed up while we were gone and killed the little rooster (not a huge loss), and that in all the excitement of people trying to get that dog for us, our dog wanted in on the action and killed a gosling. It's bad enough that we have to deal with such insanities, but I hate it when someone else has to.
And then another dog showed up two days later. We were headed to Ocean Isle to join Bobby's Mom and sister's family for a day. He's tiny, about 1/4 the size of Buster, and totally ignores the chickens. Buster has about driven him crazy wanting to play. I'll probably take him to the vet this week (yes, he's still here) to see if he has a microchip. Meanwhile, Buster has become insanely jealous...to the point if we pay attention to ANYTHING (including geese or chickens) and not him, he wants said "squeaky toys" to play with. And of course, you can imagine what happens if a 60 lb dog has a 2 lb bird to play with. I think I managed to salvage one of the leghorn biddies this morning, but time will tell.
Right now, as I'm very tired, I would gladly get rid of all our animals and move to a smaller house with a tiny yard.
But we did have some quality and memory-building time with nieces and nephews the last two weeks (I actually gave two driving lessons to a 15 year old...who would have dreamed THAT?) and yesterday we celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday. She doesn't like for us to mention her age, though we seem to think it's all quite impressive, especially since she doesn't act her age most of the time (thankfully in a good way!).
Oh, and in the midst of all that was the normal Bernina Club/Saturday Sampler that happens every month. And this month was so cool I might even blog about it! :) But not today...I spent way too much time chasing a dog and a soaking wet biddie. Sigh...
We had the opportunity to go to Alabama and spend time with family. While there, we visited with family, got to visit a WWII museum (Did you know Alabama was the home of two German POW camps? I didn't until this past year.) with my husband, parents, and aunt, and had a small opportunity to discuss medical issues with my Mom. There's a strong possibility we'll head back there in the fall (to my parents, not the museum), even if Mom overrides the doctors and says no to surgery. Watching parents age isn't fun. I briefly flipped through some old pictures one night, and found a picture (which I remember being made) of my Mom and most of her siblings when they were my age. It was kind of strange seeing it. It was like looking at my younger sister and a few cousins dressed in 80's clothes and hairstyles.
We made it home, exhausted, to deal with the fact that a strange, starving dog (now at the pound) had showed up while we were gone and killed the little rooster (not a huge loss), and that in all the excitement of people trying to get that dog for us, our dog wanted in on the action and killed a gosling. It's bad enough that we have to deal with such insanities, but I hate it when someone else has to.
And then another dog showed up two days later. We were headed to Ocean Isle to join Bobby's Mom and sister's family for a day. He's tiny, about 1/4 the size of Buster, and totally ignores the chickens. Buster has about driven him crazy wanting to play. I'll probably take him to the vet this week (yes, he's still here) to see if he has a microchip. Meanwhile, Buster has become insanely jealous...to the point if we pay attention to ANYTHING (including geese or chickens) and not him, he wants said "squeaky toys" to play with. And of course, you can imagine what happens if a 60 lb dog has a 2 lb bird to play with. I think I managed to salvage one of the leghorn biddies this morning, but time will tell.
Right now, as I'm very tired, I would gladly get rid of all our animals and move to a smaller house with a tiny yard.
But we did have some quality and memory-building time with nieces and nephews the last two weeks (I actually gave two driving lessons to a 15 year old...who would have dreamed THAT?) and yesterday we celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday. She doesn't like for us to mention her age, though we seem to think it's all quite impressive, especially since she doesn't act her age most of the time (thankfully in a good way!).
Oh, and in the midst of all that was the normal Bernina Club/Saturday Sampler that happens every month. And this month was so cool I might even blog about it! :) But not today...I spent way too much time chasing a dog and a soaking wet biddie. Sigh...
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