Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Queenie went out of town for a couple of days and left me in charge of Crazy. The first night we went out and sat in the backyard. The evenings are getting cooler and even if they weren’t I think it was cooler outside than in my house. My air conditioner has gone out. I have decided to tough it out till next summer or until it gets so hot that I’m miserable, which will probably be March. I poured myself a glass of wine. I opted for the good stuff; you know the kind that comes out of a bottle as opposed to the boxed wine also known as the never ending adult juice box. I sat down at the yard table, turned on my music and took a sip of wine thinking this would be a relaxing night. Crazy had other ideas. My yard is not completely fenced in, so Queenie bought a wireless electric fence for dogs. She trained Crazy in a couple of days. Overall he is a good dog, his only fault is that he is a BIG dog and he thinks he is a baby. So, just as I put the glass to my lips, Crazy see’s a rabbit in the back yard. He was gone quicker than lightning. I threw my glass down on the table, managing not to spill the good wine and took off after him. I really don’t know what he would have done if he had caught the rabbit but I didn’t want to find out. I finally got him back to where I was sitting. He found a stick in the yard that was about the size of my leg and I have some large legs. He picks it up in his mouth and drags it back to where I was sitting. Then he stops chewing on the stick, gets up cocks his head, ears up and tail down and he’s off again, this time he tries to chase a squirrel up the tree. No animal is safe in my backyard. The squirrels drive him nuts. I think he has taken one too many rides in the car with Queenie. Just last week Queenie came home and announced that she might have scared an old lady that lives down the street. When I asked her why that was, she proceeded to tell me how a squirrel crossed her path while she was driving and she ran it over then preceded with fist pumping and yelling victoriously. The old lady was horrified. There must be some sort of “Kill the Squirrels” type epidemic that runs in my family. My grandmother used to sit on her front porch and shoot the squirrels with a B.B. gun. I don’t know how many she killed but let’s just say we always had plenty of pecans to pick up. The thrill of squirrel killing skipped me. I hate to kill animals except roaches, rats and snakes. Those things have no place in my world. Luckily for me and the roaches, rats and snakes I don’t have a lot around my house. I have those big wood roaches outside and occasionally one will get in the house and even then I can’t smash it, but I can damn sure take aim from about 10 feet back with a can of RAID and kill those things.
Monday, October 07, 2013
I’m reminded every time I go to Wal-Mart or Target that the Christmas Season is upon us. I know this because we haven’t got past Halloween and they already have Christmas junk out. I know I sound like a scrooge and I’m not. I just hate having it crammed down my throat. Last year was the best Christmas I could have possibly asked for. Because it was so good, I fear I will be let down this year. It’s not that I’m afraid I will not get good gifts; it’s not about the gifts. Last year J gave me a beautiful Sapphire Earrings and Necklace set. I think I liked the way he gave it to me more than the actual gift itself. I don’t have the money to give him what I want to and it bothers me. It bothers me that I don’t have the money to give my children what I want to give them. There it is. It’s the money. I’m still working 3 jobs and still broke. My summer job is about to come to an end and I fear my part time job that pays so well will end in the near future. The business is not doing well and I have heard through the grapevine that there is a chance they will close. I’m trying not to worry about that. I worry enough about everything else that I don’t need any more worries. That said, I’m getting very creative for Christmas. I bought the 1st gift today. I’m going to do some things I don’t like to do in order to accomplish this task of creative Christmas. I’m going to SHOP! The piglets will be easy to shop for, it’s J that is going to be a task. He has some really nice taste and my pocket book is not that deep. I know he will be happy with whatever I get him; it’s me that feels inadequate. I have started a list for the piglets and J. Every time I have an idea I write it on the list. I’ve cleaned out the hidey hole that I keep all the presents in. Queenie hasn’t figured out where this is YET. She terrible, she can’t stand not knowing what her gifts are. I think I have out smarted her. The hidey hole is almost in plain sight. I think she overlooks it because it’s right in front of her. Bring on Christmas! I got this!