Thursday, January 31, 2008

In Which I'm Too Tired to Write

Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Eleanor Roosevelt


This quote amuses me. My initial response, "But I sure can have some fun trying." However, I have come to know that experience is limited. From my experience, dogs are exuberant, gregarious, and very intelligent. From my experience, marriages don't work. From my experience, having children is fulfilling and frustrating.


But there are dogs in the world that are not friendly let alone frisky and some are downright dumb. And I have observed that marriage can and does work but observation is not experience. And we all know that not everyone is blessed by having had children in their lives. There are some people who are actually happier never having had any children.


I tend to offer advice with the caveat "from my experience" to suggest that this is only my experience. My opinion is often drawn on both my experience and my observation and even that is very limited. But I'm learning. I'm at least trying to learn.


Yesterday I cleaned off the table in the kitchen. It started out looking like this.




Now the reason it is such a mess is simple: Every time Snowdoll found something new to play with, I would dump it on the kitchen table. This included the pile of books I used to keep by the bed (my reading and to-be-read pile), random articles of clothing, and the bags with magazines to be recycled and for shopping. (Yes, Rob and I try to use canvas bags for shopping. He forgets more often than I.)




After, there is a stack of magazines for me to sort through (and recycle), a cup of candy canes, a few books standing up (to be given away), a lit candle (I love lit candles), and a few other random things. It is not cleared off because I am making it my new office area mostly because Snowdoll insists that the kitchen is the place for her to lie down in her turtle pose. At least from the kitchen table I can keep an eye on her.

Next I should clean off my desk but that can wait until next week. I'm not currently using it because my computer dominates the space and my computer is still not talking to my keyboard.

Have you ever been so tired that you fall asleep and start to snore before you actually get deep enough in the sleep to sleep through the snoring? When Rob came home for lunch I said, "I need to lie down" and for thirty minutes I kept startling myself with my snoring. In other words, I did not sleep well or much at all. He was sweet when he left, settling the dogs down in the room before closing the door behind him and heading out of the house. Unfortunately, they both stood when they heard him leave. Romanov settled back down again but Snowdoll was not having any of it. She jumped onto the bed and lick lick licked me. When I suggested she lie down she barked at me. I just closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep.

Then she rang the bell. *sigh* I had no choice but to get up and open the door because we are trying to teach her that ringing the bell will tell us she needs us to open the door. She immediately went to the back door and rang the bell there. So less than five minutes after Rob left, we three were back outside. I am so exhausted. Not sure why today I should be more tired than usual but I am and I can lay the blame at the eight paws of certain family members who shall remain nameless.

Aries Horoscope for week of January 31, 2008

The Onion newspaper reported on a South Carolina man who was so grateful for what God had done in the previous week that he put an extra $5 in the collection
plate at church on Sunday. Brad Thaden was especially pleased with the nice weather and how well his kids had behaved. I expect that by February 18, Aries, you too might feel the urge to give Supreme Being a tip, or do whatever the equivalent might be in your world. Among the extra perks you could be blessed with: a deeper connection with a resource you've wanted to be closer to; the heating up of a promising alliance; a social upgrade that will make you feel more at home in the world; and a vision of where to go next with your ambitions.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

In Which I Share a Poem

This poem is from Poetry magazine (January 2008).
There's Nothing More
There's nothing more erotic than one . . .red Chilean plum slumbered in the brown palm of the curved hand of the right man.
by Wendy Videlock
I have never read a poem by this poet before. I am left famished for more. The information for her in the Contributors list at the back of this issue tells little about her or her other publications. Perhaps there are none. There should be.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

In Which I Think I've Been Claimed

I have always known that Romanov loves Rob far more than he loves me. When we first got Romanov I once bought him a small pink heart charm for his collar without Rob's knowing. On the charm I had printed

ROMANOV
LOVES
SATIA

Rob and I teased one another about it for a while. Romanov doesn't love me as much as he loves you. He has a heart that says as much. Eventually I went and bought Romanov a slightly larger red heart charm that read


ROMANOV
REALLY
LOVES ROB


Romanov wore these along with his "IF LOST" and rabies tags for a while but even I, with my rather manic love of bells and all things that jingle, had to concede that four dangling charms was really two too many.

Flash forward seven years later and here we are with Snowdoll who needs collar charms of her own. Is it any surprise that I immediately had two hearts made for her. On the red one I put the lost information and on the smaller pink heart I put

R & S
FOREVER


It was not until I did this that Rob and I realized that the puppies have our initials. Awwwww. And the male is R and the female S. Awwwww. Only problem is that in the dog relationship the male is older. Oh well. We almost had it perfect but I guess it would a little too sickening if we had it perfectly coordinated. Yes, too sickening even for me and Rob, the quintessential sickeningly sweet couple.

Which brings me to the realization that Snowdoll maybe loves me a little more than Rob. Shhhhh . . . don't tell him. Why do I say this? Today when Rob and Romanov were hanging out in the living room where all the dog toys and chew bones are gathered, I went to the room where I keep my recumbant bike. Snowdoll followed but I figured she would leave to rejoin the others as soon as she grew bored with my sitting and spinning my feet. Instead, she curled up safely under the bike and stayed until I was done.

Further evidence--I went to talk to Marc and both dogs followed (naturally) but Snowdoll, when I stopped in the doorway, stopped to stand not only before me but then she leaned back into me. A very clear "this is mine" move that dogs will do when they are owning their pack. (There is an amusing Romanov story that has to do with a dog leaning on me and I'll save it for some other time.)

And the evidence piles as I sit here with a Snowdoll lying at my feet where Romanov usually lies. She saw an opening and took her position.

This is a video of the two of them, Romanov and Snowdoll, gnawing away. Romanov beneath his daddy's legs and Snowdoll on what used to be Romanov's big pillow. I think Romanov has surrendered his princely position in favor of the more aggressive and pointy toothed puppy.


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