Musings

Well, I would say that the red-haired gene is dominant in dogs. Rebel has thrown out many red offspring. Moppy sits there between her parents comtemplating being stuck with the old folks. Everybody as been fixed so more puppies are not in our future, but I do miss the anticipation, but not watching Maggie, in the background, with extreme worry as Rebel is quite a bit larger than she is in size. She just kept having more and bigger puppies. The risk of losing her was not worth the pleasure of being surrounded by squirming bits of fun.
I am about to take a walk around the yard in this cooler air. I have about 20 more bulbs to bury here and there then I will have met my goal of putting out a hundred new bulbs each fall. With the ground so wet this year, my task has been one of ease.

I cooked supper last night which is a rare treat for us. The first year that I was off with the sickness, the only hobby that I had, besides teaching, was the cooking channel. I fixed supper every night. Eddy and I lived to tell the story of my brilliant concoctions, but did so with 30 extra pounds each. We soon came to the realization that this practice had to stop, and went back to light suppers of a salad or bowl of cereal. Last night, however, with the cold and wet settling in seemed the right time for the scents of roasted pork and potatoes to seep down the stairs.

Well, as you can see, I live a mundane, but peaceful life. A great deal more peace will be ours once this last test of the year is finished on Monday. Sunday night, I will stay up all night and go in for an EEG of my brain on Monday morning. The great irony to me is that my problems happen when up and around. However, they measure one's brain waves in a resting state. I am hoping that it shows that I am not having mild seizures, and, instead, the episodes are the result of my brain being squeezed and released all day by the vasoconstrictor which allows me to be upright. It is always an adventure when the put all the goop on all the little electrodes in my hair. My hair is long and thick. This means when I come out afterwards, I resemble some creature from Boggy Creek. It also means that we just have to come home afterward instead of shopping or eating out in the restaurant. So I will be treated to dollar cheeseburgers from the drive-through at McDonald's. Ahh, life is good!

later