kvetching up

Busy day.   I woke four times last night. The fifth time I woke it was 7:15, and the dogs were restless.  I dressed and took them downstairs to go outside (yes, I am back upstairs sleeping in my bed). I used to enjoy the quiet solitude of early rising. There is less of quiet than rest these days.  The dogs frolicked (Okay, Willow frolicked, Buddy just doesn't move much nor fast) in the yard, relieved themselves, and raced back into rhe house for breakfast.  Willow is on a special diet of rice, beef and some kibble, because of course she is.  She barks with excitement (or to move me along) as I prepare this goulash.  As soon as they finish eating, Buddy's routine is to run to the door and ring the bell. He didn't disappoint this morning.  I again let them out, sans leash. Willow ran the length of the yard, circling the picnic table, and did it again for good measure.  As she was running up the hill toward the door, she saw a woman and her 4 t...

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye -from In The Living Years by Paul Carrack  Yesterday was actually quite nice, if I omit discovering that we were listening to the pinché motherfucker's playlist in Jenny's car.  It was obvious. Jenny isn't musically adventurous. Deep cuts from Aretha aren't something you happen upon.  It was aural assault, but I am a big boy, said nothing, and kept on keeping on. Jenny and I had breakfast with my sister Jane and her husband at Bluewater Bistro on Lake Washington.  It was pleasingly low key and nice. Jane has stepped up like no one else to show unmitigated love to Jenny.  She asks for nothing in return, and is always wanting and willing to help her, help the kids, and help me. She arranged the brunch.  She made it happen.   I spent the rest of the day working in the yard, and Jenny is feeling well enough that she cleaned out the ...