Lots of things on my mind

IMG_6833cThere’s so much on my mind now that the April showers have brought us May flowers. Last weekend Amelia and I planted some pretty pink flowers in our little gardens, added bright red mulch to the bed on the side of the garage and pulled out all the weeds. Our decorations are out and the patio furniture is washed and arranged.

The back still needs some outside furniture, but I haven’t found anything I like, or that’s within my budget. I wanna be able to sit down with my laptop or iPad while the dogs run around and whatever else they do. Summer’s are so short in Minnesota and I intend to take advantage of every single moment of it this year. It’s all I thought about this past winter when it was so cold and miserable outside!

But summer isn’t the only thing on my mind. Papa John will be here in just over a week and at the same time, Ira’s going to be home for two whole weeks. Dealing with those two Glassberg boys will no doubt give me lots of things to write about although finding the time to do it might prove a challenge.

Speaking of family, Mister Melvin is really coming along. He has learned to sit, stay, come, heel and leave it. I’m able to walk him on my usual route and he’s not dragging me all over the place either. I’m so proud of him – we are now working on teaching him to shake his paw when asked. Other things are looking up too. He and Chanel have become the best of friends despite Mr. B. Jun’s distaste of him – we’re still working on that. Hopefully Papa John can help – Mr. B. Jun seems to listen to him for some reason. Ira says it’s because they’re both alike.

My last news is the most awesome and exciting. Jeren and Lauren are having another baby and the due date is the beginning of September! Brooklynn is going to have a little brother and I’m going to have another child to call me Grandma. Who could ask for anything more! I have so much planning to do and I’m sure the time is going to race by.

Like I said, I have lots of things on my mind.

He deserved better

Prince died today. I feel so sad – like when Michael Jackson died and Whitney Houston too. With tabloids in every store and Internet stories so available it’s easy to feel like you personally know the people you read about.

In Minneapolis he is a fixture – this was his home – the town where he grew up, where he returned – even after all the fame he acquired, he never turned his back – and Minnesotans, including me, loved him for it.

No details have been released, but the gossip columns and social media sites have already began their ghastly rumors – nasty untruths that spread like wildfire and hurt just like it too. By all accounts though, it appears he died alone, as was confirmed by the medical examiner. I can’t help but think he deserved better.


Who’s in? Who’s out?

The New York primary takes place today and I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the results. I’ve never been any good at waiting.

That kind of a day.

Long day today. I stayed up too late switching out my winter and summer wardrobe and then once in bed I just couldn’t fall asleep. Totally paid for it today too.

In going through my clothes, I came upon my “Re-elect Gore in 2004” tee shirt. I remember wearing that shirt, still angry at the stolen election four years previous. Gore didn’t even run in 04, but I wore that shirt proudly and whenever I could and I’m surprised it looks as good as it does.

I was so mad about that 2000 election – I still am and it’s 16 years later! Interestingly enough we’re in the midst of another election year and I’ve never seen anything like it. Years ago people were so surprised when a hollywood star not only ran but won, I wonder what they would think about a reality star running and coming really close if not cinching the Republican Primary. He’s such a blow-hard and I can’t believe he’s made it as far as he has. His comments have offended so many people – no one is safe from his criticisms and he’s setting this country back so far and causing so much violence. I don’t know how anyone can vote for him.

Thinking about all this is what probably kept me up all night, now that I think about it!

Fun on a walk.

Fun on a walk.

I took a walk at work in the afternoon to clear my head and shake off the tired feeling I couldn’t escape. It was so beautiful! This is the kind of weather that makes me want to curl up outside somewhere and sleep under the moon and the stars, falling asleep to the sounds of a crackling fire or falling rain.

The breeze was soft and barely cool, brushing my face gently and reminding me of days gone by when I had all the time in the world with no place to be and no deadlines to meet. Who needed to wear a watch in those days? Not me!

I passed  little group of pine trees and I couldn’t resist straying from the path a little to stand in the middle and snap a few selfies and be silly and giggling to myself for a bit. There’s barely any time anymore to be googy and impulsive and not to care what anyone would think should they come by and see me. It was just that kind of a day and it felt good.



Spring is finally here!

Day two of convertible driving! I’m ecstatic to say the least. Minnesota doesn’t have that many of these kinds of days – remember – we suffer through winter a good nine months of the year. I’m going to have permanent convertible-hair; but don’t get me wrong – I’m totally cool with it.

Work has been so busy! It’s all good though because the time goes by quicker when you’re busy. I’m trying to get up and walk around more and now that it’s finally warming up, I can start my walks again. But you know, when I’m trying to find a solution to something or learn a new process, I tend to buckle down and stay like that for hours and that’s not good for me at all!

Mister Melvin is not only settling into our home life, he’s actually become a part of it. We’ve had him just over two months now and I love him dearly. When I look back at all the extra work he caused me and the cost of all the things he broke, I cringe, but then I look at him and smile because he’s been worth every single bit of it.

We got him groomed last month and once all his excess hair was gone, we could see the scars he has all over his body. Poor guy – when Doctor Ballinger saw them she knew right away what happened to him as she’s seen it many times before. She said he was left chained for hours on end and the chain became wrapped around his body and legs and when he pulled on it to get loose, he only tightened it more, causing the cuts and eventual scars.

I couldn’t help but cry when I saw them. So many, they resemble a roadmap – from head to tail and legs included. Oh – if I could have even five minutes with his former owners, what things I could tell them – mostly though how their toss away dog is our priceless treasure.

Amelia comes home this weekend. We haven’t seen her for a month – she had a horse riding competition one weekend, Easter the next and then she left for a week-long class trip to Washington. I can’t wait to see her!

We didn’t get what I wanted, but we got what we needed

It’s official. With all the paperwork completed and all the fees been paid, our boy is here to stay. Melvin, the shelter-rescued dog who was given up by his former owners is now known as Mister Melvin Daniel John Glassberg. He’s named after his two papas who we love so dearly – it seems like it would be a great name to have for a new life.

A complete family.

A complete family.

Before Mister Melvin I had my heart set on a Chinese Crested female dog. I did not expect to fall in love with a scruffy boy who caused more damage than I can take the time to recount to someone! But love is sometimes found in the oddest of places and I have to tell you we sure love him a lot!

Ira and I were talking about it one afternoon and he said to me, “We didn’t get what we wanted, but we sure got what we needed.” That truly does sum up our experience with the newest member of our family. Losing Mister snickers was heartbreaking and it doesn’t lessen our love for him or any other of our pets that have passed away. But it sure does make the missing more bearable.

Not just Cookie’s day

You know, March is always a hard month for me. I remember as a young adult searching for months for the gift that would dazzle my big sister because hers always thrilled me to no end. She always knew just the right thing I wanted – sometimes even before I did. I always tried to do the same.

But since August of 1985 all of that has changed with her leaving us like she did. Oh, I can’t tell you all the times I wished, begged even, that it wasn’t so and that some act of mine or someone else’s, changed things and she’d still be here today. It still brings me to tears, the mere thought of it.

And yet March still arrives every year of course and there’s no getting past it. It’s a cold month in every way possible and I hate it with all my being – but like a lot of things, no one would guess the pain this month gives me. I’m pretty good at hiding it.

This year is a little different though and I have something positive to look forward to on Cookie’s day. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s something and it means a lot to me. My new boss has a birthday the same day so I finally have someone else to concentrate on and it’s not just an empty, sad day.

Almost a year ago my boss of six years retired. I was going to resign as well because I was so positive I’d never find another working situation like I had. When I told this to my supervisor Wanda, she encouraged me to give it a chance and see what happened.

But Shelley was amazing – she never treated me badly and I’ve seen my share of that where I work. What were the chances of me getting that kind of a situation twice? We were more like partners – she respected my opinions and she valued my work and that meant a lot because she was so good at what she did. I felt so fortunate to be her assistant – and I learned a lot from her too. As a person – well she is one of the most loving and caring woman I’ve ever met, and she introduced me to the English Springer Spaniel Rescue Association – ESRA – the rescue organization where we found Mister Melvin.

Naturally I was pretty apprehensive about the person who replaced Shelley. We interviewed five people and I was a part of that process. There was only one person who I connected with and I made sure to express my opinion of that every single day – until the day came when it was announced that she was hired. Lucky, lucky me.

Sarah is wonderful and I can’t believe my good fortune. She’s smart and she’s resourceful and she really knows her stuff. She’s made a lot of improvements to our website and like me, she digs in and searches for solutions in an effort to solve problems before hiring outside help. She’s kind and loving, with two beautiful kids – their colorful artworks and photos are proudly displayed on her office walls. She’s down to earth and has an incredible personality. I would gladly be friends with her if I wasn’t her assistant.

So on the 10th, it’s Sarah’s birthday and for a while I’ve been trying to find the perfect gift for someone else I’ve come to love.

A good kind of fail

I am finally getting over being sick. And it’s not just me – Amelia and Ira have also just gotten over their bouts with the same viral flu that’s hit everyone around here. Whether it’s school or work – everyone is seeing lots of people out sick.

In the past month, we’ve adopted a new dog. He’s an English Springer Spaniel who’s named Mister Melvin. What a sweetheart, but what a bunch of trouble! He was supposed to be a foster, but of course we all fell in love with him and didn’t want to let him go. Because of that, we are what’s known as a “foster fail” — which isn’t the worse thing, but it does mean my plans of getting a Chinese Crested puppy have been postponed.

Mister Melvin has broken so many things in my house – some priceless because of sentimental value and others very expensive to replaces. He never does anything intentional – he’s just a big boy who’s very clumsy – and the fact that he’s never lived in a house doesn’t help either. So far everyone but Mr. B. Jun The Cat is glad he’s here to stay.

At least that’s something

This has been a tumultuous week for me – on so many levels.

So to start out – we were notified a few days ago that we’re getting our first foster dog. His name is Melvin, he’s not neutered, he has a broken tooth that has to be removed, and he spent all seven of his years in a heated garage before being surrendered to a shelter in North Dakota.  I bet he’s sweet – most animals are – in truth, it’s those of the human race that are not so sweet.

I did not get the payroll upgrade I was petitioning for at work. Aside from the money involved, it bothers me to no end that the work I do is not recognized like it should be. I’m still trying to get over that.

I am going to be a grandma again. That’s my good news of the week. Jeren and Lauren are expecting and due sometime in September. I can’t wait to see what we get this time. It’ll be pretty hard to beat my beautiful Brooklynn Marie!

That’s enough for now. I need to play with Chanel and try to prepare her for our soon to arrive guest. At least that’s something I have control over.

He was a good boy and we loved him.

Our home is so quiet these days. The number of residents are shrinking with every passing year. First it was Ira. He is gone from Sunday evening until Friday evening and of course Amelia goes away with him back to Rochester. For the past two years it’s just been Anabelle, Mister Snickers, Mr. B. Jun, Coco Chanel and myself.  Eighteen months ago Anabelle crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and just a week ago Mister Snickers followed. Putting him to sleep was so hard. For us our losses are as deep as the loss of a human and only a true pet lover would understand that. You’d think it would get easier, but it never does. He was a good boy and we loved him.

We decided to try fostering and are hoping this will satisfy our need for companionship without the sadness of having to say goodbye to an ailing pet. The first group we applied to was English Springer Spaniel Rescue Assoc. (ESRA). We had our home visit yesterday and between that and our application, we passed their process and are ready to start taking fosters for them. It’s sad, yet calming because it solidifies our losses, but gives us hope for the future. I’m hoping we don’t join the list of “foster failures,” meaning those who take on a foster, but cannot give him or her up, so they end up adopting it. In the meantime, we’re just waiting to see who we get.

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Coco Chanel
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