As a rule, I can suck it up when it comes to giving immunizations to children and every one else on the planet. But Superstitious Me hates to give immunizations to pregnant women. And guess what? I had to give both a seasonal flu vaccine and an H1N1 to a pregnant person this afternoon. Now obsessive compulsive me is so scared that something bad will happen to the baby.
BAH!

Blessings abound

CONGRATULATIONS, BELOVED FIRSTBORN AND FYXEN! THEY'RE ENGAGED!

BLESSINGS ABOUND

It would seem that my hips have recently grown, as evidenced by the measurements recently obtained in order to buy scrubs.   Suffice it to say that I will not bore you with all the details of the last ten days, not the least of which is my hippo size. Instead, a Blessings List to lift me from the muck and mire of emotion provoked by said events. Don't worry, it was a lot of little stuff, not one big thing.   So without further adieu.........

Healthy family members. Inexpensive motel rooms. Life long friends. A healthy, happy dog. The love of a good man.  Good friends. The writings of Anne Lamott. Broadband at the Fire Station. Good music. Good friends. The gardens' offerings at the end of the summer. Autumn's colors. Coffee with cream.  Tums for the heartburn caused by the onions in that open face tomato onion and cheddar sandwich.  Maple syrup. Surprises. Pleasant surprises. Odo Ban.

That's about it for now.
Blessings abound

It's been quieter in the house with Spike gone. Peaceful, though, not lacking.
Boy Wonder brought home his newish girl friend. I really liked her. Hope that's not the kiss of death to the relationship. We had a wonderful time Sunday. She's a wicked good cribbage player. And a good cook. And easy to talk with.

Hoping to go to Oregon to see Beloved Firstborn and his partner, for whom I have not made up a name yet. She is perfectly lovely and I  look forward to seeing them in January. Keep your fingers crossed.
The Chief went to the FireHouse Museum in Saratoga Springs today with the neighbors from Pagan Lane. He hasn't had a field trip in a long time and was looking forward to the trip with the faux grand kids.

Enough for now. Blessings abound

Tall pine trees stand at the edge of the yard, their smaller fir cousins stand in clusters beneath the longer branches. A grey stone, two feet high and flat on the surface stands in front of the trio of fir trees.  We laid Spike to rest in this shady sweet place he loved to sniff around when he was walking this earth. We wrapped him in his favorite zebra striped blanket and placed daisies on his still body. Gently he was carried and laid to rest by The Chief and I. A small exuberantly furred bundle of love. The shovels of dirt were replaced around him gently, as if they might disturb his slumber. The rich black dirt was shoveled then raked in the place. I shall plant shade loving bulbs in that spot this autumn, bright, vibrant colors to remember our vibrand Buddy Boo.

A few times last night I expected to see him there, under the table, lying on his bed. Or pacing and panting to go out for his evening constitutional. The Chief and I comforted each other.  We recounted stories of how hyper a puppy Spike was and how that energy was still seemingly with him, almost to the end.

Blessings abound