I’m BAAAAAAACCK!
I have no excuse for playing hooky these several (gasp, six!) months. I do have kind of a half-assed explanation, though. In brief, it’s simply that from time to time I get, as we’d be likely to say in west Texas, all wrote out. Nothing else to add. Nothin’ shakin’.
No new uninvited animal guests. Only Buddy Bear the Yorkie-Poo, totally invited. I’m looking at him right now, curled up in his little bed, looking way more innocent that he has a right to. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he’s been visiting Aunt Mary for the past five days, so we welcomed him back home today. When he starts his yappy squirrel alerts tomorrow, we’ll probably let Aunt Mary keep him again. Soon. She adores him, says he’s a Little Gentleman. She’s not in robust health and is on the bed some, and he’s always right there to keep her company. Truth to tell, he’s a sack hound, but since I am too, I presume it’s genetic.
Thanksgiving was terrific. So was Christmas. So was the record ice-and-snow we had a few weeks ago. Dallas gets somewhat hysterical about icy streets, but this year there was good reason. (Funny, we had a similar one last winter. There really is some weird climate change going on.) We even got some national TV coverage, as it occurred the week of the Super Bowl. Actually, Robert and Buddy and I just snugged in and watched it snow, happy that our respective offices were closed. All snowed in … a nice mini-vacation.
But WAIT! Good grief, I forgot to tell you about our VOWS RENEWAL! I had a lovely new long wedding dress, Robert wore beachish ivory silk pants and lovely shirt, I was barefoot but with foot jewelry. There were about 20 guests; we were in the home of some dear friends. We even had a wedding cake and commendable quantities of champagne in actual champagne glasses which Robert managed to score. He got such a good deal on them that he bought 50 glasses, which means some good times must be coming.
Before they do, though, I have to have my right leg dismantled in a few weeks and reassembled with a bionic knee. Yuck. I had the left one done five years ago, and it’s no fun. Good drugs, though.
More later. Honest. At least, eventually.
Roz
