Happy Thorsday!
It was rainy 52 degrees at the park this morning. I was cold. I should have put on toe warmers. It seems that if my feet are warm the rest of me stays warmer too.
Five people and six dogs, I was surprised Jax, Coco, and Bandit came out in the rain.
Echo caught a bird at the park. I feel sorry for the poor bird, but there isn’t much I can do once she catches one.
Jax was weird today. All he wants to do is play ball. Normally, his dad throws the ball until he gets tired, then he will take the ball to Lily’s mom, who doesn’t throw it so hard. When he’s really tired, he brings the ball to me, because, while it is not PC to say so, I throw like a girl. A very little girl.
Under no circumstances is Urban’s dad allowed to throw the ball, because he throws it over the pavilion and it still ends up all the way out at the fence. Jax will flip out if he tries to get the ball.
Jax wouldn’t let anybody throw the ball today but me. His dad wasn’t too happy because the idea is to wear Jax out, and he will never get tired with me throwing the ball.
Then Ripple was acting weird because every time Jax came to me, Ripple would push him out of the way. Ripple is never jealous when I pet other dogs, but he didn’t like it today.
Good thing I haven’t done my taxes yet. I got a form from the IRS earlier this week, and my son got another form today. No idea what it is though, I didn’t have time to do more than glance at it.
I’m seriously considering getting somebody to do them this year.
My mother is sounding a lot better. Her voice is stronger and she sounds more like herself. I still have trouble following her conversations though. I think she is considering getting chemo, she’s waiting to see what the doctor says at her next appointment.
Our plan is to go down to visit on Tuesday.
I need to have a talk with her anyway. A hard talk that one of my cousins and two of my friends are pushing me to have with her… her will.
I know the basics is that everything is to be sold and the money split. However, Niece2, her ex, and her two younger boys live in my mother’s house. Her two older boys live there part time. Some time back, long before my mother was sick, the topic came up (I wasn’t there, so nobody asked me) and everybody thinks I’ll let my niece continue to live there and not force the sale of the house.
That is a no. I don’t want to sound like a greedy bitch about it, but no. I am not giving up my or my son’s share, so she can continue to live there, and I know she will not be able to come up with the money to buy the house.
I need to talk with my mother about it while she is still aware.
I mentioned it on the phone and my mother said she had brought it up to my niece.
Then she said, everybody seems to think she is going to live forever.
I thought she’d have at least another ten years.
Hugs to Overlyboy, I hope the surgery went well.
Happy Birthday Alex-Catt
Ooopsie, sux about the credit card. That is why I have several credit cards, and several checking accounts. If something happens to one of them, I have another to fall back on.
Hippie, I think your quilt is beautiful. I started one once using the method you are using. I never finished it though and I lost the pieces long ago. I was making Grandma’s Flower Garden.
There was an English Bulldog that came to the park, his name was Romeo. We would get such a kick out of him. He was really fast for a pudgy butt. His dad was easy on the eyes, but then I have a weakness for nice dreads.
I hate starting my day enraged over a stupid dream.
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Seems like she was expecting not one, but two litters shortly when she inherited her late SIL’s two rat terrier mixes after her death. Nelson was born on 29 Apr 2017 from the first litter (he was the only one in that litter) and I received pictures of him about the time he was dry. I fell in love and said yes. It took a couple of days to come up with a name and three months before I got to meet him in person, but he’s been my companion since. Once I retire, I may find him a sib, but we’ll see.
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