24 LITTLE HOURS...

I will stick these last few weeks into a steel box and hide them deep, deep in a closet somewhere....but not here. Watching my precious boy deteriorate until I lost him, the constant pressures and harrowing occurrences at the job, my sweet DIL’s obsession to get pregnant and both her and my son’s misery about it all, my inability to sleep which totally screwed up my attitude and capacity to deal with any of this adequately....it can all be described with one word: UGH!!

So be gone with it!! UGH on outta here.

I still miss my boy terribly; I hear him come stealing into my room at night, sense the mattress give slightly as he puts his big head down on it, nearly feel his wet nose touch mine to let me know he is there and wants something....

Grump has been missing him too. He had stopped eating when Smooch did, and would only take things from my hand when I insisted. He has lost weight, which doesn’t really do him any harm, but I was getting worried. Then I remembered he had reacted the same way when he lost Bud.

So we are still in mourning but things are looking up. Finally, last night, a week later, my lonesome doggie ate a little food out of his bowl. Suzie arrived from Detroit for her 2 week stay. That girl has the knack of turning up just at the right time.

On the work front, I spent the past 8 hours training a girl who will be my assistant, and best of all my Japanese DIL tested positive today!! I should tell you that my granddaughter is pregnant too, so the great grandchild and grandchild (or grandchildren...she has had 2 intrauterine inseminations and has been on hormones for the last six months!) will make their appearances about the same time.

My, oh my – what a difference a day makes! I’ve found my SMILE again.

Of course I am sharing it with y’all!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec