Thursday, February 25, 2010


My little MeggieDog is gone....and I am heartbroken. She became very ill last Friday night, and just never got better. She'd had these "spells" several times in the last couple of years, becoming violently ill for a day or two. But she'd always improved after the first 48 hours. Unfortunately, this time that didn't happen.

When she became much worse yesterday, I took her to the veterinarian and made the difficult decision to have him put her to sleep. I held her while she drifted peacefully away. She led a good, pampered life and would have been 16 years old on April 1. But knowing that doesn't make me miss her any less.

And now I'm faced with the deafening silence of my apartment with no Meggie in it. This morning I woke up in the middle of the bed for the first time in almost 16 years. (She was a notorious bed hog.)

I've been through this before, and I know that I will heal. But now, I just miss much.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Yet Another Snow Day

We're not receiving as much snow as northern Virginia, thank goodness, but we got enough to get a snow day! It's still pouring snow right now, and we have a brisk, really cold wind. Yuck.
Well, at least I don't have to go out. I have a pot of steaming coffee in the Coffee Butler, any critical household drudgery has been done, and I'm soon going to be headed for the recliner with MeggieDog, a lap quilt, my knitting, and an audiobook. All in all a pretty good day. :-)

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Stupid Groundhog

Yes, yes I know. I'm usually an animal lover. But, so help me I'm sick and tired of that stupid groundhog seeing his stupid shadow and subjecting us to SIX MORE WEEKS OF STUPID WINTER.

Actually I am completely aware that it's just a tradition and that Punxatawny Phil has nothing to do with how much more winter we're going to have. But it's good to finally have a target at which to direct my frustration with this cold, gray, snowy winter. Our local meteorologist reported last night that we'd had 19.1 inches of snow so far this season, and our season average is 15 inches. And we've got about 2 more months of "season" left. *sigh* (I've actually seen it snow here in April, but that's not normal.)

I'm just so tired of having to be bundled up to go outside. Remember Ralphie's little brother Randy in "A Christmas Story"? "I can't put my ARMS down!" *ROTF* That's how I feel. And I admit to being a little paranoid about icy sidewalks and parking lots. After having surgery in November I figure that the last thing I need is to fall and damage all the good work my surgeon did.

I miss going out onto my deck with MeggieDog, my knitting, and my latest audiobook and knitting happily while Meg patrols the parking lot from her lofty perch. (My deck's on the second floor of the building, so she has a superior view of the creatures below.) Last Sunday, Meg went to the living room door that opens onto the deck and whined pitifully. "I know, Puppy, I want to go out, too."

Stupid groundhog.