Warning: this is a no-edit zone…
On the mind today: “When it rains, it pours.”
That statement got to be a cliche because it’s proven true time after time. Many who hear it spoken brace, automatically thinking it’s a harbinger of bad news, and the worst is about to be delivered. But those who automatically anticipate the negative following that statement are forgetting that rain is nourishing, cleansing, and a provider of that essential to renewal and growth. I haven’t forgotten those things, but if I had, I’ve received some major reminders:
1. My three children are all married and settled in their lives. Two have daughters–and I’m very devoted to fulfilling my fawning Gran duties, so most of my friends have heard far too much about my angels. Two of the three families are expecting again. And yesterday, the daughter of the son who was not expecting came to see me, wearing a new T-shirt that read: “I’m going to be a big sister.”
So now all three of my children are expecting!!!! We’ll go from two grands to five (or possibly six–twins run in one family) in four to five months. Due dates range from September to January. I’m so excited–just can’t believe it.
(Mmm, note to self: we need to add on to the dining room. Put that on Hubby’s list.)
2. Let ’em scale Mount Everest. We’re accomplishing serious feats here. My firstborn grand (3) has learned to spit!!!
Unfortunately, she did so in her mom’s face.
Ouch. Seriously busted. Time out.
(Mmm, note to self: Regarding demonstrations of newly acquired skills. Remember to tell all other grands to turn their heads before showing mom…)
(Mmm, 2nd note to self: We need a bigger time-out chair. Put that on Hubby’s list.)
3. If you read my blog you know that I lost my beloved sidekick of nearly 14 years, Alex, last December 19th. She was an amazing dog and there still isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think of her. Most have urged me to get another dog. I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it. She’s no longer in my home, but still very much in my heart. Yet I sorely miss the puppy-ness of her being around.
My friend and fellow writer, Dee Durgin, bless her, solved that dilemma for me. She suggested I have a virtual pet: her show-stopping beagle, Connery. After hearing of a few of his exploits, I couldn’t not agree. This pooch has an extraordinary amount of heart!!!
Yesterday, Dee emailed to say Connery is currently ranked 8th in the nation among AKC agility Beagles. That’s quite an accomplishment and I’m very proud of the boy and very happy for his other surrogate mom, Dee. Am I surprised? But of course not! No reason to be. My virtual pooch has heart–and his own blog. He’s conversing with his fan base, dahlink.
(Mmm, note to self: Ask Dee how many of the 1-7 dogs write their own blog. I’m betting not a single one.)
(Mmm, 2nd note to self: Remind Connery to keep his paws on solid ground; none of that superior-dog-attitude stuff. Nose in the air will ruin his profile. That said, it is hard to be humble when you’re magnificent, so make sure Dee doesn’t have a time-out chair…)
When it rains, it pours. Sometimes not water, but memory gems.