NOT A CHEERY POST

Well two things happened since the last post that are not happy things.

We lost our little Molly Dolly.  Yes, she did live a long long time...16 years.  Yes, she had a happy loved life right to the end.  And yes, she had a wonderful happy last week, chasing her toys and snuggling with Aryn.  But none of that makes us feel better.  As a family we are truly sad.  She was such an incredible ray of sunshine...right to the very end.  I know we all complained about her at times...as with any dog she wasn't perfect...but almost. 

 I am so grateful I had those three weeks with her recently.  I was able to reconnect with her in such a positive way.  I know she wasn't with me for the last two years but I had her for the fourteen before.  She left an indelible mark on my heart.  She will be missed, especially by a broken hearted Aryn and a broken hearted Bradley and a broken hearted April.

The next sad event is nowhere near as sad as losing Molly, but will effect my life tremendously. My beloved amazing wonderful red recliner chair is broken.  (shovel list)  The leg thingy won't go down, the handle won't move and it won't rock.  I should have bought a Lazy Boy.

Now to get into it I have to put a leg on each side of the foot thingy and toss myself back into the chair.  And when you are a big fat broad, that can be a dangerous thing....as I found out.  

The first attempt, I planted a leg on each side, quite a spread I might add. I kind of swayed from foot to foot, getting ready, bent my upper self forward and then launched backwards.  I flew back, with what became obvious fairly quickly, more force than necessary, landed with a hell of thwack smack into the chair and it slid back into the dog, who yelped, leapt in the air and tore off into the living room, knocking crap over everywhere.  So I decided to do some practice runs, perfecting the physics of it...velocity and propulsion.  I can do it like a pro now.

But getting out?  Oh jeez!  I slide my ass forward, not so easy when you are my size and its somewhat uphill.  When my butt is exactly on the edge of the seat, feet planted on the floor on each side of the foot thingy,  I rock my upper body back and forth, gaining momentum.  When I am ready I heave forward as hard as possible (I might have to do it three or four times) and eventually I get forward enough to propel upwards onto my feet.  I have a feeling if I do this often enough in a day I will be able to cancel my gym membership.

I was at Kathy and Kerry's last nite...actually at Jo and Craig's who are in Maui right now and K&K are babysitting for a week, for a delicious dinner.  The last two nights I have been there and we are watching two seasons of The Marvellous Mrs. Maisy.  What an awesome series!

Tonight I am taking a bunch of lamb chops from the lamb in my freezer that I bought for dinner again and watch some more of that great show.  If you get a chance to watch it, its on Amazon Prime,  do.  It will be time well spent!  And I must remember to bring my vicious green mint jelly with me.  I am pretty sure Craig would not have any of that stuff in his kitchen!  TTYL

Shovel List:  Dogs.  You love the heck out of them and then they die...breaking your heart.  I counted how many times I have been through this loss.  Seven.  And Wrangler will be eight and I dread when that happens.