kvetching up

  Entry 1     7:48 a.m. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. to a dog scratching at my bedroom door.  Because I am leaving for a week on Monday to backpack in the North Cascades, Jenny wanted the dogs with her last night as practice and to allow them to get used to being with her at night. She crated Willow but not Buddy, apparently. Depending on the night, he may or may not share Willow's crate. While Jenny had her door closed, many rooms in our home have cat openings in the doors, and pudgy little Buddy somehow manages to fit through them.  I took him out to the bathroom while Jenny remained asleep.  I bring him in, he has some water and it's back to bed.  For about 10 minutes. Buddy fits through this opening somehow . At 6:20, as per usual, Willow is alive, alert, awake,  enthusiastic.  I climb out of bed, pull my Levis on, and walk to Jenny, who is just opening the door. She gives me a disdainful look as Willow, freed from her crate, dashes to my...

Act I   She Lives With A Broken Man, A Cracked Polystyrene Man I am exhausted. I slept well enough, but this marathon has too many intermittent sprints for my 54 year old body, and I have always been better at walking than running anyway. Wednesday started early, with me taking the dog to the groomer at the PetSmart on 130th and Aurora at 8:00.  I got home and went to work. It was pleasantly busy yesterday, work was, with many meetings.  None were contentious, but nonetheless busy.   It was a quiet house, especially conducive for getting work done. Abby doesn't have classes on Wednesday, and Leiney sleeps in a lot now that she is working everyday.  Jenny sees Eric on Wednesdays.  She doesn't tell me that anymore, she always has other things she tells me she is doing.  But, she left wearing the Dallas Cowboys baseball hat just around 9 to have breakfast with a friend, and didn't finish breakfast until nearly one. At 11:48 I texted Jenny to let her ...