Here we go again.
I have not been writing enough. There's a reason. Their names are Schemp, Divvy, Cassie, and Chandler. They're greyhounds, beautiful greyhounds, magnificent dogs, but they took a big chunk out of my week because I was dog-sitting. I don't have a picture of Schemp. (He's a little camera-shy.)
So really, between Thursday, January 7th and Tuesday, January 19, I slept in my own bed a grand total of zero days. I went to see Lolo (more on him later...) and spent a night with Vicki, stayed with my dad for two days while the snow came down (more on THAT next paragraph) and then went to see Lolo again. Then I got called in a day early to sit with the dogs, got off Sunday afternoon, went on my first official date with Lolo, stayed through Monday (had an AMAZING weekend) and came home with a wonderful, sweet, adorable new boyfriend.
Snow. Snow. Snow. What can I say about the snow? Every year, the same thing happens in Fairfield Bay. The first snow falls, more than we expected, and we act like it's the first time it's ever snowed anywhere. Nothing was really ready, and the city had changed the snow route so that it went down a winding hill, a wandering deathtrap that ended with a five-foot drop into icy water at the bottom of a steep, un-snow-plowable hill. What geniuses they are. It was more like a sadistic joke than a safety measure. On top of that, everyone panics and wants to get out on the road to see the scenery and raid the local convenience store (us) for milk and bread. By ten, I was telling people that there was no safe route out of Fairfield Bay, that whoever designed the snow routes should be caned without mercy, and that yes, we were indeed open.
I spent two days with my dad, time well spent. We had a great time. I watched something like sixteen hours of Star Trek: Voyager and knitted two or three hats before crawling off to bed, muttering something about 'needs of the many...'
As for Lolo...
Only time will tell. All I can say right now is that I miss him terribly. He's a beautiful guy, inside and out. I want to say goodnight to him for a long time.
Enough sentimentality. Here's what I look like this morning, with no shower and a new haircut...
Don't I just look radiant? A little ray of sunshine.~namaste
