It's St. Patrick's day...

...and I'm wearing shorts. It was 80 degrees today -- in Wisconsin, in March. I keep looking up at the sky for snow clouds. I expect the weather forecasters to announce a major blizzard on the way. I must be dreaming. Maybe I'm sick and delirious.

Yesterday, AJ said something about the dog being romantic. I asked her if she knew what that meant. I tried to explain it by saying it was going out on a date for dinner and a movie. Her response: "Well,that's awkward!"

Later she saw a shirtless guy on a motorcycle. She asked why that guy was riding naked. I pointed out that he wasn't naked,  he just didn't have on a shirt. She asked if women rode like that and I told her no, they'd get arrested. Her response: "That's not fair."

Pink.

I have a pink dog - not  "we encountered a skunk and used every tomato product to neutralize the odor" pink, but  "there was a chalk drawing on the asphalt and I rolled in it" pink. Hot pink butt, pink back, pink belly. And guess who hates baths.

Did I mention I made two fleece pillows for CeCe's crate? One is inside, and the spare is on top of the crate. Zydeco has appropriated the one on top as her new sleeping spot.

 After 5 years, I finally have a closet door in my bedroom. Because of furniture placement, I had to get an accordion door. A regular door or a bi-fold door just wouldn't open right.  Until yesterday, I had an old sheet on a curtain rod across the doorway. Classy!

Next project is to mount a set of shutters at the sides of the front windows. And the project after that is to remove the moldy wooden shelves from the basement and replace them with resin shelving. Two  shelving units are in boxes in the garage.

And after that, a dog house, and a sidewalk, and flower planting, and getting the garden ready, and so on and so on.

Stinky bag of poo...

I think that best sums up my life recently. Maybe I'll change the title of this blog to that. Stinky Bag of  Poo - the story of one woman's spiral down to a crappy life. I don't seem to have much energy or inclination to do anything including posting.

Actually, life isn't that crappy yet. I have slightly more money coming in than if I were still working. I'm still able to stash a small amount into savings. I'm getting more exercise (thanks, CeCe.) The cats and the dog don't fight. I can pay my bills and buy food. Better than some. But it won't last and that's the problem.


Pretty soon, I'll have to start Medicare payments, so my Social Security payments will be less. I don't think I'm affected by the 7% cut in pension payments, but I could be.

Meanwhile, the dog gets me out of the house and into the sun, rain, snow, and cold. I get to walk around the neighborhood and back home carrying my stinky bag of poo.

The Real reason I never wanted a dog

I have to walk her in the rain. I son't mind snow, even heavy snow. I don't mind cold, even single digit temps. But like a cat, I don't like to get wet, except under certain conditions. Showers are great. The beach is fine. Pools are good, but not rain. Guess what CeCe and I just did.

Quelle surprise!

Claire, CeCe, and Nellie slept on my bed, lined up on the side. CeCe had her head toward the foot of the bed. Nellie's butt was touching hers. Nellie's head was at Claire's butt and Claire's head was at my shoulder. There was no hissing or growling. I wish I had taken a picture, but the flash would probably have set them all off. I'll let you know if it happens again.