Musings

Nothing says “She really loves me” like coming home from working a night shift to a house that smells like homemade cherry cobbler.
Girlie Bear has her first date ever on Saturday night. I’m fine. No, really, I’m OK.
Derby has made herself at home. Her favorite sleeping place is the couch, and she has figured out that the soulful eyes routine gets her a treat.
It is very hard to eat right when you spend 8 hours a day in a room with a snack table that includes most of your favorite junk foods.
Boo read his bedtime story to me the other night. It’s a good feeling to know he’s gotten to that point, but it’s the last time that will happen to me.
- Part of having a child later in life is that you get to do all the neat things again. Of course, that means you’re a decade or two older when you have to do the hard things.
Work on the second Minivandians book is going well, and an audiobook of the first book is in the works. Details on that to follow.
I think our time with Bluegrass is coming to an end. She’s started having issues with one of her eyes, and the doctor says that it’s a symptom of some underlying condition. If she were younger or in better health, we’d be starting aggressive diagnostics and care, but she’s so old and tired that we’d probably only be buying a few months. We’ll keep her happy and comfortable for as long as we can.

by daddybear71 on December 9, 2014 • Permalink

Posted by daddybear71 on December 9, 2014

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