It was snowing this morning, but it has stopped. I'm happy, because I can sing Christmas carols again. I'm happy, too, because I have decided to make cupcakes and cookies as Christmas presents for Josh's families. Well, at least for Sarah, Eric, Becky, Paul, Missy and Mariah. I might have to do something different for Rick and Peggy and for Austin and Sydney. Or additional. We're also going to make our usual DVD of family pictures for Rick and Peggy, and maybe I won't have to add more than that to the baskets I am supposed to contribute to for Peggy's sisters, brother and mother. We need to get to work on those DVDs, actually.
Yesterday, I read Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of NIHM, because Amy was talking about it at taiko. It's kind of a sweet book, but with a very unsatisfactory end. Someone dies, but you don't know who, and while the possibility of a continued relationship is presented, Mrs. Frisbee doesn't commit, and you don't know if the other mouse moves away or not.... In my opinion, the author is trying to make it more like reality, when sometimes you don't know the answers to such questions. But why go there in a story about talking mice?
Yesterday, I was the epitome of Bah Humbug. But I was just tired and cranky. It doesn't seem so bad now. I was so wrapped up in angry meditation that I missed seeing the moon when I was walking from the parking lot to practice. But then, it was pointed out to me. Debbie said, "It's as big as a pumpkin!" It was orange, too, which is probably why she thought of pumpkins. See, you miss things when you are wrapped up in your own discontent. On the other hand, it was in the 20's with a not-so-pleasant breeze, so maybe even if I'd been perfectly happy I still would have walked with my head down!
When I was driving home from practice, I was pretty much out of gas. The dummy light had been on since O'fallon, and I was doing mental calculations (not my strong suit) of how long I could make it, when I just gave up and stopped at the next place. The next place was Wright City, and it was really only about 10 miles from Warrenton, but I didn't want to risk it on my pathetic math skills. It was a good thing though, because just on the other side of Wright City, there was a terrible, TERRIBLE accident. I was at a complete dead stop for nearly 10 minutes, and then we crawled until we were well clear of it. Yep. I would have run out of gas. I don't even know what I could have done. Beg some trucker to help me push my car onto the shoulder and then walk to the nearest gas station in below freezing wind? Then how would I get back to my car to add gas, with all the traffic? Realistically, it would have to have waited all night, and I would have had to walk somewhere to be picked up by Josh, who would have had to wake up the kids and bring them. So, am I glad I got gas? YES! I just wished I'd gone home from there by the outer road. ;)
I'm not so excited about housework today. But the plan is that tomorrow I will get up and magically clean the entire house until it is spotless and beautiful, and then decorate for Christmas! Abbie in particular is very anxious for that to occur.
Yikes. I keep starting sentences with But. But that's okay!!!
I have some other news, but it's not the happy kind. I have a dear and close friend who is having animal trouble. Her dog is being put down today in reaction to his having attacked another dog, who then had to be put down. She is a mess, as can be expected. She went around finding a witness to say that the Yorkie got into her yard, because the story that the Yorkie's owner gave wasn't very realistic. It was that the Yorkie was walking by, minding his own business and was dragged through a hole in the fence by Heather's dog. She also contacted a lawyer to see if something could be done. But the witness doesn't matter, according to the lawyer. The circumstances don't matter much. Dogs who are responsible for the death of another pet get put down. And....Heather's dog is a pit bull. Now, my opinion of pit bulls is totally and completely irrelevant, so I'm not going to give it. But here is what is worth considering: the majority of the world is in agreement that pit bulls, having been bred for fighting relentlessly, are dangerous. They have terrible reputations. They frequently cause unease and suspicion. And whether it is warranted or not, most people are prejudiced against them. So. Here's my question: WHAT IS WRONG WITH GETTING A LABRADOR, FOR PETE'S SAKE? Why put yourself deliberately in the position of constantly defending your pet against the world? You don't have to chose that. The post script of the story is that she found out just today from a different neighbor that her dog had behaved aggressively toward him. Now she doesn't feel like her efforts were for any reason, except (I intend to remind her) as a labor of love.
At this point I would like to recommend the Beagle-Basset as a fantastic dog breed. My vet praised them as being "Healthy and happy dogs," and they love company, food, and napping.
Wanna know what we're making for dinner tonight? Scrambled eggs with cheese. (I kinda need to go grocery shopping.)
My mother goes to Versailles again this weekend. She's going to take her brother to the train station on Tuesday. Tuesday is also Josh's job interview before work. Naturally, the forecast calls for a wintry mix.
Never a dull moment.
Well, wish me luck with the decorating tomorrow.
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