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I get up two or three times each night to pee. It's a phase of life we all go through, although when we are wee bairn, we just sleep right through it. But I am disappointed that during these wee hours of the morning excursions, I haven't got the call from Stockholm informing me of becoming a Noble laureate.
Do they award Noble prizes for tapping out little stories on internet message boards? They ought to. But, then again, I don't own a set of tails and white tie to wear to the glittering awards ceremony. I would have to get my passport updated and book a flight to Sweden, where I don't think I'd have much fun. Don't people tend to kill themselves there due to the constant darkness and gloom?
So there's an upside to not getting that call at 4:00 am. No wardrobe upgrades, no worrying about getting my passport in time, no concerns about wandering around the gloomy streets of Stockholm.
Meanwhile, I'm wondering what happened to our spectacular Autumn foliage. Usually, by the second week of October, the hardwood forests around these parts have transformed themselves from green and verdant to hues of gold and red and orange. But this year, the steep, forested ravines look just as they did in early September. Is this climate change or just an anomaly?
By now, neighborhoods are usually fragrant with the aroma of leaves either burning or decaying with a sweet odor. Leaf blowers are usually whining away or the scraping sound of leaf rakes being dragged across lawns add a staccato rythmic background to the radio broadcasts of football games.
I voted today as early voting here in Ohio has begun. So I don't have to pay attention to all the yard signs touting candidates for city council and county commissioners. On Election Day proper, I have to drive across the state to Findlay, Ohio to attend a work seminar. Findlay is clear across the state only about fifty miles from the exotic Ohio/Indiana state line. Out on what Pop called the "Great Billiard Table" country of western Ohio.
I wonder where kids go sled riding out there? Our part of the state offers up Olympian sized hills to slide down once we get six or seven inches of snow. But as Autumn seems to be late this year, our chances for sledding may not come until late February instead of late November.
I'll make sure to check the weather as I arise in the middle of the night to pee and check my answering machine, just in case.
I have been opening birthday cards, running to the market, getting karma more dog food, changing the desk area around, helping Friend clean out the garage and in general staying busy on this 64th day of my birth.Hi!
Where is everybody?
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Foxy, I would welcome a "senior" dog. They are calmer, house broken, and lots less hyper and in need of activity than younger animals. I am looking for a couch-sitter, drive in the car, sit on the lap type companion. I prefer smaller house companions, too. If things should so evolve, I'd be more than willing to help pay Carly's way. Hopefully, things won't become that desperate. Most of the dogs on offer here for adoption are either sled dogs or pit bull and pit bull crosses.Happy BD to Gracie, one of my favorite peeps! Foxy, I am seriously looking for a small patch to a HUGE hole in my life. If circumstances should so dictate, I would more than gladly transport any potential "plug". To the remaining CS denizens, my best wishes and hopes for continued health and prosperity.
We love Carly dearly which of course is why her owner entrusts her to us But should worse come to worse and her owner is no longer in a position to keep her, Hombre and I would have a decision to make. We live on a modest retirement income that provides all we need, but there is very little wiggle room for extraneous expenses. And you can't go to the vet here for anything under $100 and if there is any issues that have to be dealt with, you can have a $500 or more bill very quickly. But right now it's one day at a time. I do understand you looking for a replacement for your beloved companion, but would you want to take on a 10 year old dog? I would think you would want one younger.
Foxy, I would welcome a "senior" dog. They are calmer, house broken, and lots less hyper and in need of activity than younger animals. I am looking for a couch-sitter, drive in the car, sit on the lap type companion. I prefer smaller house companions, too. If things should so evolve, I'd be more than willing to help pay Carly's way. Hopefully, things won't become that desperate. Most of the dogs on offer here for adoption are either sled dogs or pit bull and pit bull crosses.Happy BD to Gracie, one of my favorite peeps! Foxy, I am seriously looking for a small patch to a HUGE hole in my life. If circumstances should so dictate, I would more than gladly transport any potential "plug". To the remaining CS denizens, my best wishes and hopes for continued health and prosperity.
We love Carly dearly which of course is why her owner entrusts her to us But should worse come to worse and her owner is no longer in a position to keep her, Hombre and I would have a decision to make. We live on a modest retirement income that provides all we need, but there is very little wiggle room for extraneous expenses. And you can't go to the vet here for anything under $100 and if there is any issues that have to be dealt with, you can have a $500 or more bill very quickly. But right now it's one day at a time. I do understand you looking for a replacement for your beloved companion, but would you want to take on a 10 year old dog? I would think you would want one younger.
Today was Anniversary number 20, 22 on the unofficial count. I was going to relate how we came to be but it got too long so going to try condensed version.
Worked in same building, different co's. Wife commands male attn,,,,she just does, even today while we were out she was getting the up and down looks. I eyed her couple of yrs but had no intention of asking her out because she was attached, much younger, and ran with very different crowd. She knew I was eyeing her so when her boyfriend punched on her I got the midnight rescue ride call. Fuse lit. No putting it out. So out of the blue and improbable if I wasnt living it I'd call myself a liar.
Happy Birthday Navy !
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Well my husband is Ret. Navy and he swears but not very often. When he does you know something is serious.
He still to this day has the Navy walk.![]()
I'm retired Navy (20 years) and the only time I swear is when I hit my thumb with the hammer.