A very nice week at the beach, in most ways. The weather was sunny, crystal clear some days, and the water was green, transparent, like a picture of an ocean. I saw eagles swooping low over the water.
But not the best. My sister can suddenly morph into my mother when it comes to keeping up appearances and is hell bent on remodeling I could live without, but I really want to keep things harmonious and find myself doing things for her that I don't really want to do--but cutting back four huge pampas grasses was not one of them, so I paid the guy who does our lawn to do them. If you've ever done that little chore, you'll know that you wind up looking like you've been in a saber duel, with long slashes of grass cuts that turn red and ugly, burning and itching. I spend my bad time dealing with contractors and estimators, and that was itchy enough for one week.
My friend who came down to visit is getting through colon cancer chemo and surgery, and possible spread to her liver, and onset of chemo induced diabetes (and retirement and divorce, and a cat that died last month, and an only daughter who's moving across country). Amazingly, she's still gorgeous and funny and great company. I felt that I should somehow do more for her, and at the same time should let her be as strong as she can be. The only sad moment was when she talked about getting a little dog, but worried that she'd die and leave it alone. I told her that a dog from a shelter would still have a longer and better life with her than if she left it there, but it hurt to hear her say that.
We built a nice fire and watched movies: Vanity Fair and I Heart Huckabees. Reese was an okay Becky Sharpe, but I really loved the commentary on Huckabees.
But not the best. My sister can suddenly morph into my mother when it comes to keeping up appearances and is hell bent on remodeling I could live without, but I really want to keep things harmonious and find myself doing things for her that I don't really want to do--but cutting back four huge pampas grasses was not one of them, so I paid the guy who does our lawn to do them. If you've ever done that little chore, you'll know that you wind up looking like you've been in a saber duel, with long slashes of grass cuts that turn red and ugly, burning and itching. I spend my bad time dealing with contractors and estimators, and that was itchy enough for one week.
My friend who came down to visit is getting through colon cancer chemo and surgery, and possible spread to her liver, and onset of chemo induced diabetes (and retirement and divorce, and a cat that died last month, and an only daughter who's moving across country). Amazingly, she's still gorgeous and funny and great company. I felt that I should somehow do more for her, and at the same time should let her be as strong as she can be. The only sad moment was when she talked about getting a little dog, but worried that she'd die and leave it alone. I told her that a dog from a shelter would still have a longer and better life with her than if she left it there, but it hurt to hear her say that.
We built a nice fire and watched movies: Vanity Fair and I Heart Huckabees. Reese was an okay Becky Sharpe, but I really loved the commentary on Huckabees.
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I hope your friend gets that puppy! And I hope that she has much better prospects that she thinks.
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I'm glad she has you, too.
Good to see your post.
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Actually, Nancy. I would be willing to gift her one of mine (either Cole or Sara,) if you think she would accept, and here to take care of again, either temp or permanently ahould that be wanted.
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But I will tell her of your kind offer--I know that just knowing about it will be a gift.
My sister and I split time and dealing with my mother's cat when she died--but since my sister had been the original owner of the cat, she wound up with custody.
I'm hoping for the best for your dad, still. And for my friend--we never know how these things will finally end, really. The waiting and watching with them is terrible, but also a wonderful thing in its way. It's as though they teach us and help us to be ready for the time when we are where they are now.
But seeing a parent go through it is so very hard. We always wish our compassion could be more than it can be, that we could bear some of the hard part for them.
Hugs to you also. And thanks from me and from K.
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She should be able to make contact with a rescue group locally that would agree to take the dog also and find a good vetted home should she need that and you aren't able.
I wouldn't offer Rose as se came from a shelter and has both immune problems and personality. This is the difficulty with a shelter adoption I am afraid. Both Sara and Cole would be good prospects they are extremely friendly dogs. Cole is the best of the two; he's a purebred keeshond (his grandpa took Westminster a few years back) and and incredibly wonderful even tempered dog. Kees are used fairly often now as therapy dogs. Their personalities, and they are like furry teddies; but at 35lbs and needing some exercise. I am not sure that might be a contraindicator. Sara is a min dasch, actually smaller than a cat, and wonderful also.
Yes, I know what you mean about being able to be a part of things for people. It was an odd thing but on a personal level, as hard as it was to be with Dad, it was something I needed to do also.
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But so glad he has you.
And thanks for more on the dogs. I really will talk with her tomorrow on this. Sara sound exactly like what she wants, although the kees sounds like a love.
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Re: Puppylove. Sure. This is an un-weighted offer, btw. She may not wish such a gift, or might like to pick her own puppy, or not be ready yet or many other things. Whatever is right for her.