This Blog has been quiet again....

AARGH!  Sorry, about this quiet blog.

Just two quick frustrating things:

 First we got "killer dogs" in our neighborhood. Three weeks ago, a neighbor, five houses away, was in her front yard with her little dog, weighs about 3 lbs, when two loose dogs knocked her over (she is elderly) grabbed hold of her dog and tore it to pieces in front of her.  A neighbor heard her screams, came out, yelled, chased the dogs away, but too late for the little dog, it died.  Animal Control and police were called, but no one found the dogs. Or the owners of the dogs. They are not strays, one has a collar...

Other incidences in the neighborhood of dog attacks -- two dogs, same description.  Attacking both people and other dogs.  I've bought pepper spray (had to hunt for it) and now walking Kona (holding onto pepper spray) is not a relaxing walk to do -- it's poop, pee, go home, quickly, anxiously looking down every street, alley, corner...  I honestly don't know if Kona is a fighter -- what she would do if attacked?-- especially by two dogs.  My old Boomer, well, he would be the last dog standing. But Kona, she's a more mild tempered dog...  worry worry worry

Then, I've been trying to draw up a new "estate plan" as Bob is gone and things have changed, so paperwork needs to be changed, and wanted to set up a new Will or as my financial advisor said to set up a Living Trust -- and I want especially to set up something for my pets -- because if I die I don't want Kona and Ripley sent to a shelter or worse, want them to be cared for and the money there to care for them -- anyway I got some references, picked an attorney, had a consult, and another one, then gave them money to set up said Trust, that was at the end of January -- but seems like I'm just getting the run-around -- back and forth e-mails, sending me documents that look like a Will not a Trust and questions not answered, or only partially answered,  phone calls not returned, changing lawyers on me (same firm, but different lawyer with differing opinions), and me -- just confused totally about the whole thing, aargh, legalese and what does it all mean hereto, whereas, blah blah etc., you know what mean ... anyway, have an appointment tomorrow to meet with attorney again, had to get almost aggressive to get an appointment with the initial attorney I met with ---  wish I'd never gave them any money or would just switch attorneys, feel like an idiot for doing so, but hopefully get it figured out tomorrow  Been preparing -- got to be a bitch, if I have too, and get it done.  Wish me luck.

Meantime, been writing on the book..  plus Kona got bit by (we think) a spider, got an infection, so meds, vet visits, etc.  -- so busy busy busy.

Oh, guess that's four things, not just two.

More later.  Frustrated.

And wish they'd catch these damn loose dogs.  What's wrong with people?

Blooming Surprise!

Years ago, and I mean years ago, Chris gave me a Christmas Cactus and also bought one for herself.

Her's died, shortly afterward, but mine kept on going.

She'd often comment on it, (i.e. "That thing is still alive?") and it bloomed every single year between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Until Bob died. Then Chris died. And it hasn't bloomed since, until -- wow, this week!

Two blooms, just two, but that's good enough for me. One for Chris and one for Bob.

Sorry, this blog has been so quiet, believe me I have a lot stories to tell and have been meaning to blog, but my book seems to be taking up most all of my free time....

The other day, I went to lunch with a widow friend, and we happened to have lunch next door to an antique mall where Bob & I used to have a booth, and I mentioned that to my friend, and wistfully said, "I still miss him."

And she said, "Wouldn't Bob want you to be happy?"

Which caught me off-guard, I mean, I didn't say I was unhappy. I wasn't crying or sobbing, just said that I "miss him." And you know, I'm writing now, and happier than I've been in a long time, because writing makes me happy, it's been my lifelong dream to be a full-time writer, and especially "happy" on a good day when the writing just seems to flow.

What is this "happy" I'm supposed to be? Jumping for joy? Dancing the night away? Laughing like a maniac? Drinking wine in bars? Dating? I don't get it, I really don't know....

I tell you, this blooming cactus makes me very happy. Two blooms, just two, but that's all I need.