He, or maybe she, clung to my car’s hood this morning, as I made my way to the Doctor’s clinic, early this morning.
His/her coloration was almost black. My car is dark gray, so it was to blend into the background.
I first noticed the wayward lizard at the first stop sign. My diminutive hero survived centrifugal forces around the first corner. Winds buffeted his tiny body as speed increased to 35 mph in the straightaway. At the intersection of the county main road, I lost track of Mr. Lizard.
It was distracting to watch the lizard and traffic at the same time. I wished him/her well. Anole lizards had strong survival instincts. This one had the tip of its tail missing. Possibly, it ran off, as I waited for traffic to clear at the intersection.
It’s an unusual place to be. In the market for a new home in another state, but, our present home has to sell first.
No doubt some of the neighbors were shocked, when the for sale sign appeared on the front lawn. Most of the neighbors are personable, with a couple that are difficult at times.
That’s the same in every neighborhood. Keeping the house spiffy for potential buyers is a challenge. At least when realtors bring visitors, we have a place to hang out in the interim.
Max the dog enjoys visiting the lady across the street and her dog Noah.. He sits at the end of the neighbor’s driveway, watching realtors and clients entering and leaving our house. He probably wonders why strangers are in his house.
Tomorrow is the annual Thanksgiving journey to be with family and friends. The weather has certainly been different.
A late autumn snowstorm came the day before departure. Texts to our daughter gave good news–the highways were cleared.
We are travelling with only one dog. Our Maggie passed away this past August. It makes things easier logistically, but I still miss her antics.
She’d put her paws on the rear seat heat controls. We always claimed she was trying to “roast” her canine brother, Max.
Looking forward to feasting and fellowship. Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Posts may be sporadic the next few days.
Which was worst?
Knowing, small comfort
Little that could be done
Make things normal as possible
For as long as humanely possible
No small task, knowing some day
Suffering has to cease
The end will come
Maggie has a cancerous mass in front of her heart. It hasn’t metastasized at this point. However, it has invaded the sinus cavities of her heart. Her prognosis isn’t good beyond a few months.
Of course, drastic treatment measures were offered. Chemotherapy, surgery, biopsies–none of them a certainty. The terrible verdict, we hoped not to hear.
She will be loved, these last moments, months, treasured. I’m not ready to speak of her in past tense.
Right now, she appears so normal. Sometime in the near future, the pressure on her heart and lungs will be too much, and her life will end. She is only seven.
…To bring you your regularly scheduled afternoon, mini-hurricane. Satellite TV is out of course. Computers turned off to prevent lightning damage.
Maggie, my little sweet girl dog is home from her stay at the vets. Her “brother” Max was glad to see her. The suspense (anxiety) continues till July 23rd. That’s when she’s scheduled for examination by a specialist.
She has problems with her esophagus and swallowing. There are several possible causes. Most of them unsettling. Only a proper endoscopy will tell the tale. She’s tolerating soft food and drinking water. Her activities are limited in the interim.
Where have all the pet psychics gone? Once they proliferated the channels and talk shows. Have they disappeared into obscurity?
Why had my dogs suddenly stopped going on morning walks? “There were no bad dogs, only bad pet owners.” I understood Cesar Millan’s message.
What was different? Did I need to change my morning routine? Was it them? Or, was it me? Had they sensed the recent tropical storm? Was I over thinking the issue?
I needed the exercise and walked without them the past two mornings. The weirdest part was the sensation of them being there–even though they weren’t.
That’s my nickel’s worth. I hope the answer comes soon. I’m not nearly as interesting without Max and Maggie. It may simply be discomfort from summer heat and humidity.
Sensationalist headlines. “Rinsed, lathered, repeated” periodically. Perhaps for benefit of those with short-term memory problems.
The Trump, Macron friendship tree disappeared. Where had it gone? Evil conspiracy implied. Trees had roots, not legs. Turned out it was quarantined as required, by humans in the agriculture department.
Best states in which to retire? Worst states in which to retire? Best states to visit on vacation? Worst states to visit on vacation? Not speaking in geographical terms, I would most like to be in the states of happiness and contentment; least desired states, would be sadness and desperation.
Yesterday was annual physical day for the two wonder mutts. They ran through the entire gamut of emotions, from the elation of going for a car ride, to disappointment, and fear at the Veterinarian’s office. All turned out for the best.
Gambling is illegal in the state of mind, I’m in. –Melanie Safka, from the ‘Nickel Song,’–
A recent Saudi Arabian beauty pageant for camels was recently thrown into chaos.
It seemed some of the camel participants had been artificially enhanced by Botox injections. Which was against the rules.
Even though Botox made contestant’s faces more handsome, natural beauty was preferred by the judges. The “offenders” were disqualified.
Let’s be honest, were camels really that beautiful in the first place? Beauty is certainly in the eyes of the beholders. Did they also have first and second runners-up? Were there Ms./Mr. Congenialities?
“For variety–a cute baby chick perched on a mushroom”
–Image, Craig Roberts–