crowbelle's Diaryland Diary
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Top Ten Things...
TOP 10 THINGS ON MY MIND THESE DAYS:
1. Work. That's a no-brainer. It's what I have to do every day, rain or shine, happy or sad, hot or cold, tired or not. I have no choice about it. I have to get up to type the work. Then have to clean up and drive over to the office to deliver the work. Have to pick up the new work and bring it home. Have to think about how much work to type before I go to bed so I won't have too much to do the next day. This is just about foremost in my mind all the time. Work.
2. Dogs. Since we lost Jasmine Rose, our white collie, recently, I only have one dog companion left (until our new dog arrives at the end of April, that is). Whitby is my best buddy here and is with me all my waking and sleeping hours except when I'm out driving to or from work or the store. All other hours of my life are spent in close proximity to that girl-dog. She sleeps in the bedroom with me now, too - at first up on the bed, but only for a little while, then on the floor on her LL Bean bed. She's no trouble either. She's a joy to have near me. I think about her all day long.... does she have to pee or poop? Is she hungry? Have I hugged her yet today and told her how much I love her? When I've finished my typing for the day, I reach for my white sneakers and hold them up for her to see... no words are necessary...she knows that these shoes mean "walkies" and she starts in with her high pitched little squealy voice and keeps it up until I have hustled us both out of the house, poop-bags in pockets, house key around my neck, and Whitby on the end of her lead... she's one happy dog for that walkie! Oh my aching back, though...it's getting very slightly easier, but it's still very painful - since I have spinal stenosis and any kind of exercise makes a lot of pain happen.
3. Paul. Unlike the dog(s), I don't see Paul much during the day. I think that's why we have a good marriage, too. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say, and I think "they" were right. He gets up a few minutes earlier than I do, washes, takes Whitby out for her early a.m. pee...eats his breakfast, and is out the door (in fishing weather) for the day. Other days, he's down in the basement or outside working on his lobster gear, painting buoys, or some such thing. I get up and do my thing, tea, e-mails, work, dog, lunch, work, etc., etc., without ever really seeing him. Now and then I'll catch sight of him out the window, or I'll bring Whitby down to her back yard and Paul will be out there sitting in the sun painting lobster buoys, and we'll have a hug and a snuggle. At supper is when we sit down, face to face, eat, and talk. For about 30 minutes, and then it's off he goes to his tv and books, and off I go to my work and/or tv and books, and that's about it for us for the day...but he is always on my mind.
4. Paul's health. As I've reported recently, he was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, had his entire thyroid removed, and will be starting his radioactive iodine treatments soon...doctors' appointments, medications, lab tests, thyroid scans, uptake scans, etc etc...all are filling my brain lately...oiy!
5. Paul's parents. Since I am an orphan (both parents have passed), these two people are like my own Mom and Dad now... actually they've always seemed like that to me since we met in 1985. I love them so much, and now that they have moved up here to live close to their "kids", we see them a lot, talk to them a lot, share things with them...and it's really nice to have them near.
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7. Appliances. My oven broke down recently, and I'm too tired to go into it here now...suffice it to say, the repairman from GE came out, supposedly fixed it, received $125 from me, left, and 2 days later when I went to use it for the first time again, it was NOT fixed! Another repairman (or the same one) will be here between 8 and 12 tomorrow... I hope he's wearing his armour....I am livid!
8. Grass. It once was plush and green in the spring and summer and fall. This past winter, since Jazzy was very infirm... the dogs had to use the front yard for doing business. We built a ramp up the few front stairs for her to traverse, and it was all she could do near the end to make it that far on her own. We ended up having to carry her up and down. But the grass is now almost all brown, and dead. Grass does not grow well with pee as a fertilizer...I have learned! Darn.
9. My Journal. Yes, this is on my mind a lot too, even though I hardly ever make an entry to it. Today, our cousin, Edwin, asked me to keep writing journal entries so he could have something new to read while he is at his job waiting to be given some work to do... gee, Ed, it must be tough having a job where you go in there, sit around and not doing anything, surf the internet most of the day, and then get paid for your troubles! The truth is that my life -- our lives -- here at Crow Cottage are so much the same old/same old every day of the year, there isn't a helluva lot to report on. I'm not your average creative writer either, so flowery prose isn't my bag. Life happens, and I report on it. When nothing is happening... it's all quiet in here.
10. Last, but not least, England. I'm not sure these 10 things are in any kind of order of importance... because England certainly is not last on my list of thoughts. It invades my brain all day, every day. While I am typing, I dream of England - especially Yorkshire. I read our magazines from England and wish we could be there ourselves this year, walking those beautiful heather-covered North York Moors, or traveling up to Grosmont from Pickering on the North York Moors Railway like we do every time we go there, or watching the gliders fly overhead whilst lying on the grass at Sutton Bank, the most beautiful spot in the world...
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or huffing and puffing this old decrepit body up the 199 steps at Whitby that lead to the church and abbey.
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I imagine us in our little cottage there in the Yorkshire countryside, with that distinctive "farm animal" smell that permeates everything, but which is so dear to us. I watch old "All Creatures Great and Small" episodes on video and wish I were there again...so bad. I miss England so much...it's my heart's home. I was just born the wrong side of the pond this time, is all.
Cheers,
Bex
3:53 pm - 30 March 2006
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