and it’s chilly and i have lots to do today, but have spent time researching a new printer on amazon and it’s a little daunting because there are many, many choices and i get really bored with thinking about it, but now our printer/copier doesn’t work at all so i MUST GET A NEW ONE.
i wanted to post more photos of mollie, and then i thought about the photos i’ve posted of dad, and realized that i only posted a couple of him, so i must get busy with the shrinking of them and posting them.
i can’t believe it’s been five months since dad died. i’ve been so sad about him recently; maybe it’s hitting me more now because i was so focused on mollie’s illness?
whatever, it’s a whole bunch of sadness.
not sad all the time. tonight i will go to zumba, in order to dance my troubles away.
here’s mollie, last year on her birthday. kevin and i were up in sterling, visiting his mom who was in the hospital, the last time she was there before she died. amy and jim took her for a ride to a walk, and then amy made the most wonderful video…she and jim sang happy birthday to mollie, and the dogs were all wearing birthday hats, and they were feeding them hamburgers. i remember watching it over and over again when we were sitting in a restaurant in sterling, and i was crying with happiness.
because apple kind of sucks, though, there doesn’t seem to be a way to save a video from the iphone on the computer.
this was a very historical day, the day that erica jumped into the lake to save mollie’s life. we had stopped at a park to go to the bathroom, and mollie slipped off the boat and the boat was getting closer to the dock and i was SHRIEKING in a not calm manner, and erica jumped right in and saved her.
here’s mollie at amy and jim’s, after a happy walk.
back when we lived in westchester, kevin was working on refurbishing the pontoon boat and mollie desperately wanted to bve out there with him. he put her on a long leash, but i love it that this looks like she’s a doggie living in squalor.
one christmas, very happy with a giant bone.
the other day there was a dingo rawhide on the bedroom floor, one that we hadn’t cleared out, and i heard a weird thumping noise and realized that les was trying to eat it! he kept at it for a few days and managed to eat most of it. he’s a darling and tenacious kitty, and he makes us happy.
and that is all for now on this cold and dreary thursday morning,
mrs. g.h.