After I spent Tuesday night, all of Wednesday and Thursday morning having what I think was a rather unfortunate case of food poisoning, the long weekend was incredibly enjoyable. I could've done without all that loss of fluids, that's for sure, but it's over now, for which I'm grateful. I also could've passed on the harassing phone calls from the repo men, private investigators and collectors that are relentlessly searching for you know who, but I'm getting used to it and I'm learning that if I give them the facts, they can't really argue with me OR be nasty. I *think* this thing is starting to wrap up soon, I'm hoping by the end of January I can be celebrating the day of my birth with renewed love for life.
I spent Thursday at my mothers. It was mostly quiet, nothing really eventful to speak of other than the mini meltdown I had, which was expected. I haven't seen my mother and her husband for at least 6 months, not since her birthday. Alot has obviously transpired since then and I know they have a lot of questions and concerns, but they both were compassionate and careful with my emotions. She was surprisingly sensitive to the situation and I received a lot of reassurance from both her and Jim. This was unexpected and I think what I took from that experience was that I've been humbled on so many levels at this point, perhaps it is time for me to completely reconsider my entire perspective on many things.
Friday I picked up Kyler and mostly felt like crud still. Not enough rest and still recouping from the nastiness of the previous days, so I unfortunately didn't make it out with Paula and Jeff that night. Kyler and I spent a lot of time getting to know one another, what a sweet old man he is. Kasha did not approve of the new visitor and we had mild chaos for a moment, but I was able to get it under control. Kyler and I were both out by 8 on Friday night.
Saturday morning, Max was home, complete with 'just got home from my Dad's family' visit attitude and all. Good times. That will last several more days, I'm sure. He's just generally snappy and doesn't think I know anything about anything, a smart ass comment to everything I say. This is not unusual, or necessarily appreciated, but luckily it passes.
We had another moment of chaos Saturday morning as I was leaving for the store, in which Kasha escaped and went straight for poor Kyler. Poor dude, he was shaking and I wanted to throttle Kasha. I am not sure why she is so vicious with other dogs, it's a little concerning to me. It's not the first time I've spent time around dog aggressive dogs, but to see her go from my sweet little Kasha-baby-darling to wildly-insane-attack-mutt in an instant is upsetting. I know it's not personal, she's just who she is, but still? HUH? She went straight for his jugular, no kidding. Kyler didn't tolerate this long and let her have it before I could separate them. Yuck. Kyler was immediately rewarded for being a good good doggy with lots of loveys and dog treats and Kasha was banished for the rest of the day. Her whimpering was pathetic, but I wasn't feeling very sympathetic after that. Kyler is like a Grandpa dog, you must have some level of respect for and she crossed the line. So, after Max and I inspected for bites, everyone went to their respective area's for quiet time.
After the store I showered and got ready for lunch with Miss Paula and her clan. I was treated to some fabu artichoke dip, beers and good times with P while her crew gave us some quiet girl time. I love P, I feel so comfortable with her, even though we've only met in person a few times. The visit was too short, but they always are, aren't they? We parted ways for a few hours and her and Jeff came over to my place for a bit after their dinner. It was interesting to meet the infamous Jeff, I didn't have any real expectation of what this person would be like, so I wasn't surprised one way or the other. It is good to put it all together though and I'm happy for that opportunity. He seems quiet, a bit stoic perhaps. I was a big taken back by the hug he gave me when they were leaving though, it sort of spread warmth over me like the bestest woobie on the planet. It was like a compassion blanket, very comforting.
Sunday Max and I spent our remaining visit with Kyler playing, it is true that the puppy never exists the dog that I know for sure. But Kyler, is such a silly example of that, I can't help but grin. Those big whole huge paws, silly eyes and the energy that comes out of him in fits of excitement are so adorable. We took him home around 3 and hung out together the rest of the afternoon around the house, took a nap, chatted. Quiet way to end the long weekend.
I'm not sure what's up this coming week, I'm feeling some motivation on continuing with home improvement projects. Specifically, the basement would be next. I'd like to paint down there and reorganize a bit, perhaps rip that carpet up, but at the very least get it steam cleaned. All things that cost money that I don't have, but I can at least paint and organize it for pretty darn cheap. After the kitchen, I have a feeling the basement will feel like a piece of cake!
Onward and upward, love to you all.
peace
S
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