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Soak Up The Sun

Thanks, Sheryl Crow, for singing Zoe’s theme song. I think you must have known my dog Zoe in another life. Aw, shucks. The minute I came into my office to write this she followed and is sleeping in the shade at my feet. She’s a herder but loves early mornings after walk and food, lying in the sun. I keep the shades up a bit for her.

Zoe’s beds are outside and our outside has been taken over by spiders. Nasty ones who may have gotten inside the beds this past week and laid eggs. My husband returns home late tonight and I got some spider killer. If he kills them and gets rid of the webs with a broom, I will vacuum the beds within an inch of their lives and take them to be cleaned if need be. As an old Catholic gal, there’s nothing hot water, suds and a hot dryer cannot cure. All right, there’s Confession. That’s why I’m agnostic! Who needs to know I had an extra snickerdoodle cookie???

The spiders are catching gnats, which is good. It’s just creepy to watch them and I don’t want to go out there because we have not used the old grill. There’s an old railroad track below that was turned into a hike and bike trail. Lovely, but they allow standing water on the sides. After 20 phone calls I was told the standing water was under the Marine Mammal Protection Act. Seriously?

I’ve never seen a dolphin or blue whale in four inches of fetid water. Only bugs, and trash people toss in. I don’t want 80,000 spider babies making this their home.

What is my role? I create, and also fight fires. Not real fires. Whatever comes up that becomes a #1 Priority by right or otherwise. Fighting fires alone is not a fun job, luckily the creativity turns to cooking or writing. Thank you, readers. Stalwart individuals who still appreciate someone who does not tweet, and who probably spends ten minutes a year on Facebook. I appreciate you. Dee


Here Comes The Sun

As the Beatles sang, I never imagined my life as it is. When my husband is home and we’ve our old dog Zoe I lift her up to the bed at night, all 32 lbs. of her. If the shades are up when the sun starts coming up (in summer before 5 a.m.) she jumps down and becomes UBD.

UBD is under bed dog. She comes to my side so I can’t get away as I am the morning person and food wench, and she crawls underneath our sleigh bed to get her beauty sleep. I don’t know anything that 20 hours of sleep per day wouldn’t cure as she’s gorgeous. In “people years” she’s got nearly 20 on me.

This morning at 6:45 a.m. I felt a paw holding onto my arm. Lo and behold, it’s guest dog L. Zoe was sound asleep on my husband’s pillow. Yes, shades were down halfway so they can see and I protect the art. “Hey, Aunt Dee, get up, I want to go out and have my dinner!”

I got up and took them for a nice walk and fed them then they played and went to separate rooms to soak up the sun (they heard you, Sheryl Crow). Zoe asleep, no sun. Zoe awake, all sun until noon when there is no direct source, only reflected.

Husband will be back this weekend, so will L’s mom to take her home. I was wondering how we would all sleep together but there’s no need. They return on the same day. How’s that for planning?

Our guest, I looked up the breed, is a mix of Borzoi and Whippet. When Zoe and I are alone on a walk everyone pets her and says this Aussie mutt is cute. When we’re with L everyone says “She’s beautiful, what kind of dog is she?” I’m expecting a rush for purebred dogs like L in our neighborhood shortly. Perhaps I’ll stop saying exactly what breed she is.

Now, if a magic elf (not the funny, enigmatic Will Ferrell) could somehow do our taxes all would be well. Cheers from Dee, Z and L