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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Years Eve

I have just heated up my coffee for the 4th time.  It sits here and I forget it and by the time I remember it, it is cold and my head hurts.  But it happens.  Every day.  

It has been an eventful few days.  We got home from Charleton Sunday night after swinging through Connecticut.  As we were greeting all the menagerie, I was patting Frodo and thought how skinny he is!  He wasn't himself at all and he had been fine when we left.  We were worried enough, because the weight loss was so drastic, to take him to the vets first thing Monday.  I went alone, the kids were still in bed and I am glad I did.  He has been so weak when I came downstairs. 

 Long story short, he has a massive tumor in his belly, has a heart murmur and is dying and there is bloody little we can do about it.  I lost it a little at the vets, they are so wonderful at South Cape.  We discussed our limited options and decided to give him a vitamin shot and some antibiotics and kind of try to boost him up a little so we could have more time with him.  We both agreed he is in no distress yet.  So home we came and he hid for 2 days under our bed. He hates the carrier.  But he has come out and is loving and adorable and almost himself sometimes but he tires very quickly.  I bought 91 cents a can food for him and he loves it.  We are so very glad we adopted him when we did.  He has had 4 months surrounded by love after 2 years in a shelter, never knowing anything else.
He has been a huge blessing to us all and I am grateful for the time we have had and blessed by whatever time we have left.

The Dr.'s office called to give me the results of Rowan's last round of bloodwork.  I don't even remember what that round was for at this point but as we are on the phone, down she comes and her angioedema is in full swing, her poor lip is huge and her eyelids were swollen but we have seen worse.  So, we still know nothing and it went away and life goes on.

Some friends came over with pizza and took our minds off the troubles for a bit.   We watched one of our favorite movies,  Christmas Vacation. Then we played Wii for a bit.  I always love time in fellowship with friends, but these two are particularly dear to us. 

The girls and I put the tree and ornaments away ourselves, Mike went to work.  I wanted to reclaim the living room so we have more room to Wii!!  What fun that silly thing is.  What good old fashioned family fun.  We love Carnival Games and Wii Sports but the current favorite with the girls is Outdoor Adventure.  Jenna has lost weight already and she is the one with none to loose!  My bff and her kids came over afterwards for a visit and that was awesome.  No matter how often we get together, it is never enough time to spend.  Since the weather was nice, I suggested the kids go out and swing on the huge branch that came down in the last storm.  It is perfect for swinging and bouncing on, it is greenwood and springy and not very likley to actually come down for some time.  A good time was had by all.

It is New Year's Eve.
The snow started early today and is already about 3 inches.  I worked out for an hour while watching a "Behind the Scenes" from Deadliest Catch.  What can I say, it's a vice.  
Then I set out with the dog on a few errands.  More cat food, gas up the car, bread, milk, that sort of thing.  I wanted to make soup too and I had no split peas so I got them too and now there is a lovely pot of ham and split pea bubbling aromatically in the kitchen.  The birds have seed, suet and water and are terribly busy out there.  They delight me and I try to always have stuff out for them.  They love the fallen branch, it is right in from of the feeders and they can hide in it.  Mike has work, the woodstove is cranking, the woodbox is full. 
 All is well, God is good and we are ready to head into "09".

Happy New Year
God Bless
I have to go heat up my coffee again. 


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wordless Wednesday, Christmas Eve


Monday, December 22, 2008

Uber Mousies's Waterloo


Sunday, December 21, 2008

A Challenge

I had posted once before about our small mouse problem. My sister found these new
Dcon super traps and has used them with great sucess in her apartment. So
last night, I borrowed them, baited them with cheese and left them on the stove
where the little beggars come up through the burners.

We have uber mice.

Not only did the mouse eat the cheese off the trap but to show his utter contempt
of our pathetic attempts to kill him, he ATE the red plastic off the bar that was
supposed to snap his little neck!

War has been declared. He has thrown his little mousie gauntlet and we have picked
it up!



Tuesday, December 16, 2008

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Monday, December 15, 2008

Christmas Memories

I love Christmas. I love everything about it. I love dressed up store windows, people watching, over the top Mall displays, town green nativities, the sights, the sounds, the smells, everything.
While I love online shopping, I miss getting out there, amidst it all and soaking it all in.

One of my favorite memories was piling into the station wagon with pillows and sleeping bags, back seat down so there was lots of room and the long drive to Needham to spend Christmas with my grandparents. I loved the days of no seat belts and no car seats. Sprawled out back to back with my twin reading and playing games the whole way. That was awesome. There was no stopping at fast food places along the way. (or bathrooms for that matter) There were no electronic games to keep one busy. It was all about being together as a family and heading to Nana's.

I miss the way my grandmother smelled when we arrived. It was this magical blend of peppermint Chicklets, moth balls and Taboo.  I will miss that scent as long as I live.

I even miss my Grandfather's religious perfectionism in the taking of the annual Christmas family photo. (and the Thanksgiving one and the Easter one) He never, ever let me forget the ONE time my cousin and I were screwing around making faces and hers was angelic when the flash went off while mine was, well, less so.

I miss waiting for our favorite Christmas shows to come on and not just popping in a dvd when we feel like it.  Rankin and Bass are still the best and I am very glad to own them now.
I am sad that my kids weren't scared by the Bumble. He used to terrify me. I remember watching Rudolph, sitting on the floor in my white, Irish linen nightdress, back to Mom's dresser, knees up to duck behind when I knew he was coming.
I miss sitting at the big round table in my parents kitchen, in front of the huge window watching the birds while we had breakfast. All of us together. I miss that kitchen. I miss doing dishes together with my sisters and singing carols with my Mom. I miss the huge orange in the bottom of my stocking and the comic book at the top. I miss my grandparents.

I miss the version my Mom had on 8-track of Carol of the Bells. It was one of the ones you could buy at the gas station every Christmas.

I even miss the terrible thrill of watching Dad set up the tree and do the lights. While my dear dad has mellowed over the years, his hair trigger temper and enormous lack of patience always made this particular tradition precarious. Once done it was all ours to decorate.

I remember making jellies and "Cranberry Ambrosia" with Mom and packaging it with cure little calico toppers and labels.

I miss our annual drive down Route 6A to see all the lights.

I remember painting these cute little wooden ornaments and we had them for years and years.
I loved the little ornaments made of a walnut shell half with a little mousie under a blanket sleeping.

I remember the gorgeous plate of varied cookies our dear neighbors brought over every year. The best gingerbread men I ever had were always part of it.

I miss our ingenious efforts to foil Dad's efforts to guess what our presents were and his glee as he tried to figure them out. It was a game, I know now, since we always got him the same things every year when we were little. Aqua Velva I think it was, it was blue, that I recall. The huge dark chocolate Hershey bar and those horrid cherry candies with the goop in the middle. Oh, and Planter's Peanuts. We never varied.

Now, with our own children, we have new traditions and are making more memories. I hope they are as dear to them someday as mine are to me now.
Christmas Eve at Nana's and the traditional photos in front of the fireplace.
The pajama service at our church on Christmas morning.
Reading Jotham's Journey every night for the entire Advent season and finishing it Christmas Day.
Setting up our creches with the girls, Rowan's Fontanini set and Jenna's Fisher Price, opening a new piece for them on that day each year.
Finding a Christmas project for each child to be their very own to make for gifts for friends and family.
Tree shopping down the street at Mahoney's and visiting the Christmas animals there.
Remembering the year we had an ice storm and the tree was a block of solid ice and had to melt for a whole day and night in the garage.

If you will excuse me now, I am going to go find the box of childhood photos.


Friday, December 12, 2008

More on aging

Last night I was brushing my teeth.  I always turn on the klieg lights overhead so I can see what I am doing.  So I am brushing away and I look up in the mirror and I see reflections all over the top of my head!  

Horrorstruck,  I think WHERE did that dandruff come from?  It's insane!!! What's up with that????  So I finish brushing my teeth and I get the hair brush, flip my hair upside down and furiously brush and shake my hair. But there was nothing coming off my head! Puzzled and thinking, 'great, it is sticking'  I brush it normally so I can see the top of my head.  

I lean in close to the mirror with my little myopic eyes and finally realize that what I saw in the mirror...was the vast multitude of white hair glistening in the klieg lights!!!!!!

On that note, not having anywhere else to go with that, I went to bed.


Monday, December 1, 2008

Of Mousetraps and Men

We have had a small mouse issue of late. It happens once in awhile, we have an old house. The ones in the attic get annoying when they wake me up doing their little mousie Olympics in the middle of the night. The ones downstairs get annoying when they leave traces of their furry presence on the top of the stove. They come up from under the sink and through the range top. I will admit, it is slightly amusing to come down in the morning and see a roll or something firmly stuck in the top of the oven because they couldn't fit it down there with them. The cats are getting a complex due to their utter inability to catch the mice so enough is enough, I went and got traps.
I always let Mike set them so my hero baits the traps with peanut butter and sets them; one in the broiler and one under the sink.
Then my sister cooked a huge meal. All day things went in and out of the oven at varying temperatures.
This morning I went to check the mouse trap, hauled open the broiler and stared, puzzled, wondering where it was. Then I stared some more, wondering what THAT was.
Then it dawned on me. We need to remove wooden mousetraps prior to using the oven.
I'm all done, I am getting D-Con.


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