"Getting rid of everything that doesn’t matter allows you to remember who you are. Simplicity doesn’t change who you are, it brings you back to who you are."

Saturday, February 7, 2015


I came around the corner last night expecting to see that SM had come home from his Jersey travels.


Concerned, I called and SM is just fine.  He thought since he was so close on the drive home to Virginia Beach that he would see if his cousin Jimmy was still around.  We used to live in VB 30yrs ago and I'd only met Jimmy once.  He's a Navy Seal by trade.  SM made plans to get together for a beer with him Friday night.

"You'll never guess where I just was."  SM teased.
"Where?  You're in VB right?"
"Yeah...but where is my favorite place here?"

I laughed.  
"Captain Georges."  

Captain George's has a huge seafood buffet.  "I am so stuffed I can hardly move."  SM said.  

I could sense the tight belly from here.

"You know, I didn't even think about that when you told me you were driving through."  I pointed out.

"I did."  SM replied, which made me laugh.

"Do you miss me?"  He asked.
"I did Tuesday."
"You don't miss me anymore?"
"Let's just say that while I'm sure I can live without you, it's alot more fun having you around to annoy the crap out of me."
"Well...Geez, I'll rush right home then."

I expect he'll pull in later this afternoon and then tomorrow Ronnie and Connie are due to stop in on their way back to Ohio from Ft Myers.  

 So guess what I'm doing today?

Giving the house a scrub.

Doing laundry.  Those dog blankets are the majority of my load.

And Scooter Boo.  He is way over due for a haircut.

No time like the present.  So with the sky lightening up (today close to 60 degrees!) I grabbed me a cranky Cocker and completed phase one.  

The top half. 

Scooter's patience is limited so I clean him up in phases.  He had a bath last weekend.  This morning I clipped the top half of him.

I'll get his legs later.  He hates having his feet worked on.

His reward for not ripping my face off?


One of my socks.  Hard to believe that sweet mug was righteous anger and fury at me just minutes before.

How that I'm covered in dog hair, it's time to clean myself up and run to the store for groceries.

I'm thinking meatloaf as a Welcome Home dinner for SM.

(I just read this post through. So mundane.  SM better get home quick so I have something more interesting to post about than dog hair, laundry and meatloaf.  Geez-a-loo...)


  1. Mundane, schmundane! Why is it that hearing about someone else's "mundane" days is so interesting? (To confirm that I'm okay with my boring, clean-the-toilet, mundane days?) Boy, you do a good job grooming Scooter . . . his top half anyway. Good luck on those fuzzy legs and feet.

    What man wouldn't swoon to be greeted upon homecoming by homemade meatloaf? Mine would eat it any day of the week and ask for more.

    P.S. Okay, this is going to freak you out. I had a dream about you last night. (Are you squirming yet?) Relax, nothing weird. All I can remember from it was that I was given an 8" x 10" glossy picture of you, a current shot but much like a high school picture we all have/had . . . and my reaction was, "She looks 20 years younger than she professes to be!" Now go analyze that, Dr. Freud!

    1. I'm not freaked out. In many ways you seem like a sister, we think so much alike. Seperated at birth perhaps?

      And "Heck YEAH!!!" I'll take looking 20 years younger ANY DAY!!!

  2. ugh clipping hair or in my case, clipping cat toe nails. It's the pits. I have one cat with and one with not (according to my guy that's how it is said in Philly) - front claws that is. I have to wait until Molly is semi-comatose, i.e. asleep on the sofa, to attempt to cut her nails. I usually get about three at a time before she wakes up to the fact of what I am doing. Then it's all teeth and claws! I have to tell her that I am not a taste treat and wait for another opportunity to continue.

    ps We love meat loaf with mashed potatoes and peas or green beans. It's a classic winter meal. Enjoy!