Well, everyone is gone now. Whilst my favourite state of existence is being alone, the quiet and emptiness when everyone leaves can be hard. I miss Spod, so much. It seems to get worse instead of better. When he was here, that moment when the door shuts behind the last person, he and I would settle into our chairs and dissect the whole event that just happened. He really was a born gossiper and dissecting events was a lot of fun with him. I miss it.
My new years bargain with myself this 2016 is to be nicer. In my head. I had a really interesting convo with April about this. She is pretty observant of human behaviour and in her job, with the amount of humans she encounters, she can come to some unscientific conclusions about people. And one of them was the traits the various ages display. And....sixty somethings, until about seventy, tend to be smug about their accumulated knowledge from many years experiences and can be very opinionated and for sure don't listen. And I think she is right!!! She said that around the age of seventy though people seem to chill out, relax and just be free. In other words we get past the 'know it all and not afraid to express it' stage! So I am going to make a conscious effort to not be that way. In fact, she maybe said 'all' sixty year olds when she was really just talking about me...watering it down so to speak. Because she is totally right...I am smug about my experiential knowledge and very opinionated. This is going to be the hardest resolution I will have ever tried!
Emma has been a hoot to have. She is actually more of a garbage/food dog than Sadie, Aryn's dog. I didn't think that THAT was possible. Aryn's dog can sniff out food and garbage a mile away. But I knew this about Sadie and before she would come to stay I would food proof the house. I didn't really know this about Emma, til this week.
I don't leave food around but with the house plumb full of people, including little children, food is definitely going to end up sitting in places I don't see. But Emma did. Apparently someone left pizza crusts in the bottom of the garbage basket by my chair. She found those! after removing all the other garbage. She went into an orange box on the floor in my purple room, and spread the orange peels that were in there all over. I think she probably associated the smell of orange peels with food garbage. I keep a row of crackers beside my chair. I eat a few every morning so my stomach won't hurt. She found those! She ate the kids food off their plates on the kitchen table! And the real kicker?
I had taken the turkey carcass out of the freezer and put it at the back of the kitchen table to thaw. We caught her up on the table!!!!! chewing away on it!!!!! I couldn't believe it!! And that is something Sadie would never have done!!! My personal opinion is she is a hungry dog. She gets one scant cup of food in the morning and three dog biscuits. Thats it. While it keeps her skinny, which is good and healthy, it makes her a hungry dog. Other than that though she is such a good dog, smart. She sleeps in the bedroom with me every night and all you have to do is look at her and she does what she is supposed to. The kids had a lot of fun with her too. April packed her around lots which I don't think she is used to.
Yesterday was a really quiet awesome day. Kev and fam left by about ten in the morning. So April and Myles and I spent the day lazing downstairs by the fire and watched two awesome movies. The Second Best Marigold Hotel and The Imitation Game. Both movies were so good. We just had the most wonderful quiet peaceful lazy day. Monte went out til about four in the morning. He is making some real quality good friends. Apparently last night he spent the night playing charades with his new friends. I don't remember if I mentioned this, probably did but I have 'idiocy', not dementia according to the kids. Monte had all his hair cut off. And honestly, when he first came home I almost cried. It was probably the worst haircut I have ever seen. It was awful. It made him look like a retarded farm boy. I didn't say anything but I did try to get the hairdresser's name out of him. He said he couldn't remember. I wanted to go find her and wring her wretched neck, or at the least let her verbally have it, loud, in front of everyone. It wasn't new year's yet so my resolution wasn't in action yet!
The next day April and he went out for lunch and April got him to go to the barber he goes to to get beard trims. And lickety split the barber fixed it beautifully! Now he looks so much better...I guess. Between you and me though I preferred him with the long hair. But I kept my mouth shut and didn't say anything to him and he never ever reads this blog. So don't any of you tell him!!!! When I get a picture of him I will post my fave pic of him with his hair long and a current one. You tell me which is best. TTYL
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