More to come tomorrow.
3 days ago
Guess I'm finally in the mood, as moody as I've ever been--snicker. I've been decorating like a mad woman. Well, actually I'm decorating at a leisurely pace this year. And I'm enjoying it. I think I have it down to a science at this point which helps tremendously. Miss Bella, above peeking through the poinsettias, is hampering what I'm putting out. I normally have my little Patience Brewster faeries going up the staircase. It's hard enough keeping them there just with the normal motions of the family, but with Bella, it would be impossible for them all to stay where I put them. This is from last year. You get my drift? I don't even know if I'm putting lights on the banister. Haven't done that yet.
This morning started out with a bang. I was sitting in the kitchen and I heard the next-door neighbor's little dogs barking at Frankie, my mom's dog. I smiled because the dogs have been in Los Angeles since the family decided to move this summer. It was nice to hear them again as they are all here for Christmas. Then, I heard the most God-awful sounds of dogs fighting. Scared me to death. I thought "Oh Lord, one of the little (chihuahua) dogs have come through the fence and Frankie (a fat corgi) got one of them!" I ran outside and Frankie was outside the fence fighting with Rocky! I screamed at Frankie and he stopped and ran to the side of the yard. When I looked to see how Frankie had gotten out, I noticed the gate was completely off its henges, still pad locked on the other side (since crazy woman, I put pad locks on the gates to the back yard and mom's apartment). After getting Frankie back in the yard, I looked at the gate. It looked as if someone had taken it apart to get inside the yard. Now, this worries me. First that it is so easy to take off its henges and get inside the yard, but second, who did it and why. First I thought crazy woman. It terrified me that someone was trying to get in the yard in this manner. After thinking about it for a minute, I remembered the kitchen idiots taking the old dishwasher down to mom's and at the time I wondered how they had gotten into the yard. I am hoping it was them and it was just the norm for them to forget to put the gate back together. Regardless, when I was coming back in from putting it back together the phone was ringing. It was our neighbor, with the dogs, asking where the emergency vet was as they were in the car with Rocky who was bleeding profusely. OMG. Frankie had literally torn the little guy up. When they said little Rocky was in a bad way, it just tore me up inside. I suppose losing Roo dog not so long ago is still so fresh in my heart. The thought of them losing their Rocky just killed me. Long story a little shorter, Rocky had six stiches (which is a lot for a little guy) and had to stay in the hospital all night. They had to wait literally all day in the emergency room. And then, the mother, after driving the kids home and heading back to the vet got in a car accident! OMG. All because of Frankie and the gate! She is ok, but I just feel absolutely horrible that any of this happened. I thank God that she is alright and Rocky is ok and will be fine. I tell you what though, if the kitchen idiots did leave the gate off its hinges, they will be paying for the veterinarian bill. Too much. And so, it's just been one of those days. Please keep Rocky in your thoughts for a speedy recovery, if you will.
The hub is in Dubai but will be home soon. Today the teenager said something I thought I would never hear come out of his mouth (as he was lugging all the Christmas boxes up from the basement). "How does dad always figure the best time to leave?" All I could say is "You got that right." Finally, the guy feels my pain, lol. And thus, this is why I now order a Christmas tree. I've learned to just "git-er-done" in his pre-Holiday absence. It will be pretty and festive by the time he gets home. Now, ya think he really planned it that way? giggle. I'll be glad when he is safe at home, regardless.©Living as Rosa Designed by Rosa
