Simple Things

I haven’t been taking many pictures lately. It’s that time of year I guess. Or laziness. Maybe both.

I can only take so many pictures of my dogs, right? There are no leaves on the trees. Most of the flowers are dead. The natural world around the ToadMama abode is looking rather dismal.

But things are looking up. Spring is in the air. I did buy some pansies to plant yesterday. A pathetic few not worth photographing yet. Especially since it is raining.

I also bought myself a small bunch of fresh-cut carnations at the grocery store. A simple thing, really. But they are quite colorful and perky. So colorful and perky, in fact, that I was inspired to take some pics.

I posted the rest of the shots on my FLICKR page. Along with a few shots of my African Violets, which are only blooming thanks to Hubby’s diligence in watering and feeding them.

I embedded a little slide show here for your viewing convenience.

I hope you enjoy the images. As you look, think SPRING!

Not Entirely Truthful

I ended yesterday’s post by telling you I had to go to the dump and plant nursery. That wasn’t entirely true. I had other things on my agenda, too. I just didn’t want to elaborate, for personal reasons. I didn’t want you all to worry.

I had to take Meg to the vet. She’s been having odd troubles lately that I’ve been sort of worried about and sort of not. ‘Cause, sick person that I am, I find it funny when she goes to pick up her bone and bites her foot instead. Or she goes to gobble up her dinner but ends up sniffing around the outside of the bowl instead. Or she goes to walk up the steps and stumbles, missing the first step.

The look of confusion on her face kills me. But it’s not right to laugh at her strange difficulties. So I took our aging canine (she’ll be 10 in June!) to the vet.

He had one word for me… presbyopia.

As with people, a dog’s vision can diminish as they age. Focusing on objects close-up gets harder and harder.

“For real?” I asked the vet. He nodded solemnly.

“So, what can we do about it?” I asked.

“Well,” my vet explained. “We should consider corrective lenses.”

I thought he was pulling my leg. After I finished laughing, making an idiot of myself, he went on to explain that of course, we couldn’t expect her to wear corrective lenses all of the time. I mean, she is a dog. How practical is that? But it would help her tremendously to wear them at mealtime, when she really needs to focus, and maybe one or two other times during the day when she seems to be having difficulty.

“You’re serious?” I asked again.

“Yes,” the vet assured me.

That’s when he went to the back room and got a sample pair for us to try. They look just like people glasses, but they have a special strap that goes around the back of her head and under her chin to keep them in place.

I was afraid to tell Hubby how much it all cost. We haven’t spent that much on eye wear for the entire family in years. Which means I can’t reveal that here, either. I’ll just say these are not dollar store reading glasses.

Meg’s not crazy about wearing the glasses. It’s definitely going to take her a while to get used to it. But she ate dinner last night without difficulty. So I think the expense was worth it. Now I just have to remember to clean the food spatters off on a nightly basis. She’s a gobbler, so food flies when she eats.

There’s nothing wrong with Belle’s eyes. Thankfully. Of course, she’s much younger.

She is camera shy, though, and refuses to smile for pictures.

Speaking of Belle, it’s going to be quite a challenge teaching her to go easy on Meg when the glasses are on, that’s for sure. Because Belle loves to play. But we’ll do our best.

A Different Kind of Weekend

We did not go to WV this weekend. Instead, we stayed at the MD place so we could attend a retirement party for Jim Stewart, a former co-worker of Hubby’s.

Photo Courtesy of www.600block.com.

Hubby and I don’t get out much. It was a nice change.

Jim is one of the nicest people in the world. I’ve only been in his company a few times. But I know of him through Hubby. He and Jim have known each other for 27 years. Hubby thinks very highly of Jim. He’s got a pretty cool wife, too. And a lovely family.

Hubby told Jim last night, “You know, ever since I’ve known you, I’ve been making fun of you for being old. Tonight, I’m envious.”

We spent the night in a bar together, drinking beer, surrounded by lots of people. Most of which Hubby has known longer than he’s known me. That’s definitely a different kind of thing for us to do.

And you know what? After we left that bar, we went to another bar. For dinner. Hubby had promised to feed me. He’s been craving a bar burger for weeks. So he indulged his craving and fed me at the same time.

I can’t remember when Hubby and I were last in a bar together. Much less two bars in one night. It was fun.

Today is proving more normal. More mundane. I went to Lowe’s and bought door and drawer pulls for the WV place. FINALLY. Only ’cause Hubby was threatening to install bolts as pulls. I went to Wal-Mart, too, for doggie drugs. Next, I’m going to the dump. And to the plant nursery to buy some pansies (I hope).

Spring is on the way! Maybe I’ll even get the camera out later. Time will tell, I guess.

What’s Wrong with My Brain?

So, yesterday I had “Come Dancing” stuck in my craw for no apparent reason. I still don’t know why that particular ditty was forced to the surface.

Today, it’s Heat Miser, which I of course just had to post so you could share my pain.

At least I know who to blame it on: Daddy Scratches. That’s a blog I stumbled upon this morning.

I only read a select few blogs regularly. One of which is The Pioneer Woman (Confessions). Well, Daddy Scratches left a comment on her blog. And of course I’m nosy so I had to check out his blog. He’s a bit long-winded, and he’s not afraid or embarrassed to use the “f” word, but I found it entertaining.

His commentary tickled me. Especially the reference to giving his kid Ambien to knock him out (who hasn’t fantasized about that one). He promptly couched that comment with, “Relax; I’m just kidding. I would never give her Ambien. It’s much too expensive. Tequila is what we sedate them with in our house.”

Now he’s talking! And Amy thought the fifth of tequila I bought en route to her house was for me (snicker, snicker).

So I poked around a bit. (Here’s a picture of his that made me smile.)

I read a couple posts. I glanced at his Heat Miser title and snow picture for a microsecond, if even that long.

Now that damned tune is stuck in my brain.

Help…

Love… A Poem

Some days it’s hard to find stuff to blog about. My life is good, it’s just not always that interesting.

I stumbled across a blog the other day that posts poetry regularly. So I thought I’d follow suit and post my favorite poem of all time.

Don’t worry, it’s short. I’m just not that deep.

LOVE


There’s the wonderful love of a beautiful maid,
And the love of a staunch true man,
And the love of a baby that’s unafraid—
All have existed since time began.
But the most wonderful love, the Love of all loves,
Even greater than the love for Mother,
Is the infinite, tenderest, passionate love
Of one dead drunk for another.

– Anonymous

Where Does This Stuff Come From

This morning, I found myself humming The Kinks’ song, Come Dancing.

I don’t know why. I’ve never really been a fan of The Kinks. In fact, this is the only song of theirs I can say for sure that I know. I hadn’t turned the TV on yet. Or the radio. No one else was home. Except for all the critters of course, but they don’t have radio or TV privileges.

So why was that song stuck in my head? Why would I start humming a song like that? I could see if it was a song I like. Or something I’d heard. But just a random song out of nowhere?

Weird.