Can't Tell If I'm Coming Or Going (At least not by my pants)

I woke up this morning and I looked out in the hallway outside my bedroom and thought I had left the hall light on all night ... why, because it was bright and sunny. Yippee. Then Freckles decided to curl up as close to me as possible. What a great way to start the morning. Oh sure if it was Freckles and Keifer Sutherland who curled up as close to me as possible that would be nirvana but I'll more than settle for Freckles.

So in my previous blog I said I was going to start a website about my friend Dale Wolf and I am proud to say I have done so. It is www.dalewolf.net (because someone actually already had dalewolf.com). It's just a home page right now but if you go there you can hear her singing "Smile." I will post more soon.

And now for my Public Service Announcement: "Do you sometimes feel bad about yourself? Think that you are a loser? Well pick yourself up and dust yourself off because I bet you can say with all honesty 'Hey, I may not be perfect but at least I didn't go shopping at Target while wearing sweatpants -- backwards.'" Yes, yesterday I ventured to Target for the first time in over two weeks (I'm surprised they hadn't gone out of business) and when I got home I realized I had put on my sweatpants backwards. You know it's bad enough that my stomach still hurts too much to wear jeans so I have to go everywhere in sweats, but to have them on backwards. Oh well, at least I wasn't wearing two bras (or was I, and wearing them backwards). May God have mercy on my soul.

Wet and Mild

Well it's obvious where this blog is headed ... before long it will be one of those racy blogs.  Today I appear in my robe, tomorrow who knows.  Be scared ... be very scared.

Have I mentioned how much I love having the sun shining, especially at 7 in the morning.  It is so much easier to get up when the sun is out ... I think I was a rooster in a previous life.  Or I could have been a bear that just hibernated until winter went away.

Freckles is so excited about all the new grass (aka as muck) that is appearing.  She has tried a couple of times to get down in it and roll but her mean mom won't let her.

Happy Friday to all.

Happy Birthday Dale

My friend Dale Wolf has been gone for almost six years, but it seems like yesterday that we lost her to breast cancer.

Never in my life have I met a person so full of life as Dale.  Today, March 4th, is her birthday.  She always said that she was born on the only day that gave an order -- March Forth -- and she did.

She was a remarkable person who kept her legions of fans posted on her "playful romp" (her words) through cancer via Caring Bridge.  This is the year that I find a publisher for her posts, or I publish them myself.  She entrusted me with the task and it will happen.  Here is her last post:

December 31, 2004

Can you believe it? I figured out how to send emails from the great beyond! It’s pretty easy…don’t know why more people don’t do it.

Since most people are not comfortable discussing death, particularly the specific death of someone you know and are probably very fond of (i.e., ME) I thought I’d do it now. I gotta love the one-sidedness of email, which affords me the opportunity to go on and on and on about whatever I want!

Did I Really Hear That?

First, I am no longer going to talk about you-know-what.  My blog is boring me so it can't be doing much for you.

So last night I picked up the phone and it was dead.  I've had that happen before and thought "oh oh."  I went on line to my telephone provider's website (let's call them West-quay) and discovered my phone bill was overdue.  I switched to paperless bills which was not so bright.  It is much easier to ignore yet another email than to ignore a bill in your hand.  But I did get an online bill the day before (March 2nd) and I immediately paid it through bill pay at my bank.  Apparently that was not good enough.  So I called West-quay and explained the bill had been paid, blah, blah, blah (I'm sure they hear that all the time so I wasn't surprised by the condescending tone of the kid on the other end of the line) and he agreed to turn my phone back on.  Then it happened, he said "I notice you have connected with our website so you must not have our internet service."  I told him no I had Omcast-cay because our association gets a deal and it is part of our association fee.  At that point he tried to sell me the internet service -- the service that I would not have had available if I had them as a carrier.  I tried to explain to him the irony of the situation but he insisted that I should get their service so apparently they would have total domination of my communication life.  And just when I was about to hang up he wanted to know how I had called him.  When I said I used my cell phone -- guess what -- why didn't I use their service.

I figured it out ... they want to hold me communicatively hostage and then hope that I develop Stockholm Syndrome where I not only agree to bondage, but come to love it.  I'm not going to fall for that again, unless we go to dinner first.

You Remind Me Of A Shirt I Use To Wear

They say people start to look like their pets after awhile ... I'm thinking I'm starting to look like my gray t-shirts.

It would be nice to be home from work for this long if I could do something but it's not so great when you just lay there.  Oh well.  I did take Freckles out for a walk around the entire block today and it felt kind of good to get out and move.  She, of course, is now filthy again from sitting in the grass/mud.  At least she didn't decide to try to roll in the grass.

Tomorrow I'm going to have to do at least one load of laundry because I'm run out of stuff to wear including the basics.  At least I don't have to take it down to the river and beat it on a rock.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Here's the update I know everyone is waiting for ... I actually got to lie down in my bed last night, for about three hours, then back to the lounger but it's progress.

Unfortunately more pain this morning than yesterday, but it all takes time.  Decided not to go to the conference I was planning on attending next week in Denver.  Totally bummed because I was looking forward to it but there is no way I could sit on an airplane for three hours or keep going all day and night for a couple of days.  Well maybe next year.

Hey it's Taco Tuesday ... I don't like tacos but it's nice to know that if I did, this is the day to get them.

Another Big Day Ahead of Me

Today's the big day ... yes I'm going to try to lie down on my bed, perhaps freeing myself from the La-Z-Boy cocoon I've been living in for the past week.  I so want to lie down, without using a lever.  Is that asking too much, I mean really?

It's March 1st.  February went by so quickly I love it.  I think all months should be 28 days only.  That means we would have to add another month ... it should be added between July and August and could be called Bauer, named after the great USA hero, Jack Bauer.  And it would be a national holiday month ... no one would have to work.  I could run for public office based on this one idea.

So my plans for the day: 1) I have to figure out a way to bath Freckles without lifting her into the bathtub; 2) I have to figure out a way to bath myself without falling in the bathtub; and 3) start training for the 2010 Winter Olympics ... Freckles and I are going to be the first owner/dog bobsled team.