HUMBLED

A wee note here.  I have a counter on my blog.  It tells me how many people approximately are reading my posts.  And it truly amazes me just how many actually are.  I feel I lead the most mundane boring life and the fact that so many still read my posts every day is incredible, and I am also grateful.  Thank you.

I had a most embarrassing moment tonight…again.  I tell ya, I have zero pride left.

I put the dogs out the front door for a pee.  It was around nine tonight.  Whilst they were out, I figured I would get ready for my shower.  I aways leave the front door open a wee bit so they can come back in.

So, I am innocently in the loo, stripped down, teeth out, hair all over the place and about to put my giant outsized wildly pink polka dot duster/housecoat on when I hear a viscous barrage of terrible Parker barking.  Oh shit!  He has taken exception to someone walking by!  I grab my giant housecoat and get it on but not done up.  So clenching the overlapping front I fly out the door and holler PARKER PARKER!  To no avail.  Stupid fricking loser dog!  (SHOVEL LIST). 

 I dash as fast as I can up to the road, in my bare feet I might add, hollering all the way.  And up there is the old dude that walks his poofy snotty poodle (giant one) on OUR street now and again.  And is he one pissed off man!  He is yelling like a banshee, holding his precious by the collar and Parker is about five feet away barking ferociously.  So I reach out and grab Parker and yank him back and he stops barking.  Meanwhile old dude screams at me "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING LETTING A VISCOUS DOG LIKE THAT OUT UNSUPERVISED!!!!!!"  So I yelled right back, "WELL LOOK AT ME!!!  DO I LOOK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WHO WOULD CONTROL HER DOG?  CLEARLY NOT!!"  Meanwhile my housecoat is gaping open and I'm trying to get the stupid dog to go back to the house.  The guy finally took his poofy poodle and walked away still yelling threats.  

Upon retrospect I can't really blame him.  I kicked Parker's ass all the way back to the house.  Seriously!  I can't figure out what bee gets up his butt about certain dogs.  I don't get it.  Meanwhile another neighbour now thinks there's a crazy fat broad with no pride living at my house.

I have had a couple of really good days.  I think.  I have been sitting here trying to remember what I did yesterday.  And I can't.  In fact I just asked Monte and he can't either.  I know I got the place cleaned up for the housekeeper.  And….Monte brought back six huge full garbage bags of clothes from his house last time he came back.  They were still in his car.  So one by one he brought them in and we sorted them out and packed, and garbaged and donated.  Jeez!  Quite the job.

Today was another writing day.  And bill paying.  A laptop day!  The housekeeper came in.  Its truly amazing to me how sparkling she can get this place in two hours.  Frankly its beyond me!

Tonight I had Asian Cuisine with Andrew!!!  We had a fabulous visit.  Caught up on all the news and I filled him in on Bill's passing.  It is always good to see him.  It was a bit sad without Bill.  Bill always was so interested in Andrew's job.  He could never hear enough.  It was just so good to see how healthy and happy he seems to be.

And now another mundane day (other than an awesome dinner with Andrew) lived to the fullest.  TTYL