Zoe and Farts

Sunday our 4 pound canine baby took her first trip to the animal ER.  She had an abscessed anal gland and was in a lot of pain.  We spent almost 6 hours there since there were a lot of other critters in worse shape than her even though she was in too much pain to rest or sit on her bottom.  We finally got in and before they could lance it, it ruptured (which immediately relieved some of the pain for her).  They kept her almost another 2 hours in order to put her to sleep and flush it.  We came home with 3 medications and a sleepy baby.  But we did bring her home.  The last time we were there we lost Bandit and came home alone in tears.  All those memories came back throughout the day but it all came out well anyway.  Maybe this will give us better memories now.  The farts?  Zoe scares herself every time she farts.  I don’t know why that bothers her but it will wake her from a dead sleep and she immediately runs away.  It’s really cute as long as she doesn’t hurt herself before she is fully awake.  As is everything else she does, it’s precious.

We are sheltering-in-place like the rest of the citizens of the United States.  It’s not too bad for me because I was never a people person anyway; staying home is my personal preference.  We’ve enjoyed it, really.  We’ve sat on the patio, played with our plants, watched TV and gone about our merry daily routine.  Alexa is playing soft music right now, DH is playing in the garage, and I’m playing on backing up my computer.  Soon it will be time for all of us to eat.  Other than not being able to buy paper products and a few extra staples, quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far.  I feel bad for all those families who’ve lost loved ones to this disease; so far our family has been spared.  We have too many who are self-quarantined due to age or health issues. DH and I are both well over 60 and I have asthma, so we’re in for the duration.  They’ve canceled our eye doctor appointments, my dental appointment, etc.  I did get to go to the hairdresser and ZsaZsa will get groomed in the morning.  It’s a toss up whether I’ll get my nails done on time.  Time will tell, but those are all small things.  Luckily we don’t have any major things going on.

Be safe, America.  We’re with you!


Cooking Beans

… and various other activities at the new house.  I just ordered what I hope to be the last drapes for the new house.  The new mattress is to be delivered today.  The patio furniture starts today and finishes Monday. The new windows are installed except for one that will be installed in another week.  We’ve both been to the eye doctor…and will never go back to them again.  DH went to an ophthalmologist yesterday and both of us have scheduled new eye exams with another doctor.  DH had his dental; mine is soon.  We’re definitely catching up.

The new floors will be installed in the old house as soon as the supplies are received.  Still remaining is a punch list and some plants to give a little more curb appeal.  Then it can go on the market.  (I hope it sells soon!!!!!!!!!!!)  Just about everything that was lost in the move has been replaced.  Most of the valuable keepsakes have been found.  A LOT has been donated to various places and the garage remains full of yet-to-be-sorted variables.  The guest room is set up per se, except for the piles of boxes yet to be emptied and organized.  My sewing room is pretty much complete as of today.  My machines are clean and working; they all have electrical cords again and all of the dog pee has been removed once again.  We have to put the miniblinds back in the windows; the drapes are back up already.  We’ll have to do the same when they come back to replace the last window next Friday.  It’s a pain and windows are expensive but I don’t regret it at all.  The change in external sounds and the loss of air leaks is palpable already.  Once the patio door is replaced we should save a lot on our energy bills in this house.

It’s all been an uphill battle but we’re finally coming over the hill and see the sun again.  I never realized how much work and expense this endeavor would entail and if I had to do it again I don’t think I would.  But from this angle I’m glad it’s done.  It’s pretty cool having a “custom” home again.  The dogs are ever so happy and content in this house.  They have a bigger, nicer yard and they seem more settled for some reason.  Since they all grew up in the other house this surprises us.  Two days into this house it was like they all just relaxed and that was it.  It wasn’t that easy an adjustment for us but it’s become home now.  I lived in the last house 26 years so moving was a big change for me; I never thought I’d feel comfortable here but thankfully that’s changed as I’ve put more of myself into decorating it.  Cool beans….which is where I came in.


Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Heat!!!!!!!!

We spent a week with no hot water in the new house.  First the old water heater wouldn’t start.  DH said he’d had trouble with the ignitor before so he’d keep working on it.  After a couple of days he decided it wasn’t the ignitor but the thermocouple, so he pulled it and we spent a couple of days looking for a new one, only to find out they hadn’t made them in 16 years.  After discussion we decided to upgrade to tankless.  Then came 3 days of getting estimates and having the system installed.  Finally yesterday we got hot water again.  Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I don’t have to boil it anymore; so happy for small things like hot water.

Today I have the great opportunity to do a week’s worth of laundry, all the rugs and dog things, strip the guest room bed and redress, and set up my 10 needle to embroider again.  I don’t think I’ll get all that done but I’ve got a start on it anyway.  Wish me luck.

Coasting, and Other Thoughts

I’m supposed to be doing daily exercises for physical therapy but just haven’t been able to focus. As in: haven’t done them even one time in a week. I’ve cancelled 3 appointments. It’s hard to concentrate right now and I think partly due to grief over Bandit. We still cry almost daily. But life has to go on, doesn’t it? And I find myself about to resume a former chapter in my life. Now that we’re moved and the majority of the organizing (for me, anyway) has been done, it’s time for me to sew for the first time in my new sewing room in the new house. Not that I have a lot of sewing planned, just a few blankets to hem and a damaged quilt to repair. But it’s the first time I’ve sewn anything at all since December 2018 after my mother died. Life got too busy to do anything as relaxing or soothing as sewing.

The dogs seem to be adjusting to life without a big brother. They’re noisier during the day but more settled when we’re all together in the evening. They have begun to pitch a fit when they hear noises or someone around their house. I thought for a while we’d lost our alarm system completely when we lost Bandit. There’s a big hole in our life now that Bandit filled for so long. When we count dogs, there’s not many left. Life is simpler, I think, but I’m still somewhat lost.

DH is out for the afternoon working on the old house so we can get it on the market. I like having alone time; always have. It’s peaceful and quiet, but hard to get motivated today.

Dusty and Zoe, sewing helpers

Where I sew now; today’s projects

I also have blankets in the washer and dryer to finish and have almost finished my coffee.  Guess it’s time to get a move on.


Rest In Peace, Sweet Bandit

Last Thursday our 35 pound heeler mix, Bandit, became ill. We took him to his vet on Saturday. She said he had a 104.5 degree temperature, his left knee was out of place (she popped it back in) due to probable arthritic changes, but nothing showed up on xrays. Diagnosis was probably a UTI. She gave him 3 prescriptions and said if he wasn’t better to bring him back on Monday. We never made it back. He steadily got worse, more unstable on his feet, more painful in different places and in obvious distress. By Sunday morning we knew he was in real trouble. We took him to the local animal emergency center. By the time we got there he was barely breathing, and was drooling; he’d had a seizure before we could get him in the car. They took him right in and started an IV, ran blood tests and told us they thought he either had meningitis or a brain tumor. His blood looked good and the fever was gone. There was no definite diagnosis because there was no neurologist at their clinic or on call. While we were deciding what to do he had a grand mal seizure; instantly there was no decision. We had to euthanize him. We told him goodbye and held him until it was over. We’d just lost the best dog in the world.

DH rescued Bandit and his 2 sisters from a shelter to keep them from being euthanized. We found homes for the sisters but couldn’t part with our sweet Bandit. He loved every rescue critter that passed our doorway for the next 9 1/2 years of his life, including a 92 pound mastiff that tried to kill him. He let puppies crawl all over him and lick inside of his mouth just because they wanted to taste him. He’d never move. He protected and stood guard over all his Chihuahuas and any other animal we fostered. He was always the big brother, the guardian, our residential alarm system, DH’s fishing buddy, and everyone’s best friend. More humans than us cried Sunday. I want to remember him like he was and pay homage to the Good Boy I always told him he was. I don’t have room for all the pictures I took of him in 9 1/2 years but here’s a few I like.

Bandit’s Shelter Photo

Puppy Bandit

In the Chihuahuas bed

Bandit with Daddy

DH and his fishing buddy



Bandit’s 8th birthday in the car

The Chihuahuas are so quiet.  They don’t know why we are so sad and why we cry from time to time.  They don’t know why their brother isn’t here; Mimi roams the house looking for him.  Bandit was always Mimi’s favorite even when he had no time for her.  She would rub her body against him and her tail would wag so fast.  She wanted to play with him but didn’t know how to begin.  She’ll be 16 on January 30th; we’re hoping this doesn’t push her into leaving us, too.  Our normally happy, slightly noisy and messy energetic pack is on hold, silent but on guard watching us for cues.  I keep expecting him to come in, put his head in my lap and look up at me with those liquid brown eyes with all the love in his heart there.  I wish that could be again.


Hello, 2020

Not a very original title, huh? Sitting here making phone calls to catch up on business after the turn of the decade. Errands done, ZsaZsa picked up from grooming (she’s a happy puppy now and smells wonderful!), dog meds picked up from the vet in Friendswood. So I’ve been on the road all morning then on the phone for a couple of hours since I got home. Not much accomplished around here obviously.

On a more positive note, I have a new great-grandson. I got to meet him yesterday for the first time; he’s a week old today and will be living in El Paso with his dads. He’s a cute little thing and we already love him dearly. I don’t think they’d appreciate me posting pictures but just know that he’s ADORABLE!

Things are moving right along on the home front. Most of the boxes stacked inside the house have been sorted. The garage has cleared somewhat and most of the stuff from the old house has been brought to the new one. I spent a day in my sewing room going through it all and organizing with my new system. Most of it is now labeled and neat—but that’s because I haven’t started sewing yet. I haven’t done any sewing since Mom died October of 2018 except for a few blankets for the rescue last Xmas. I have 3 projects lined up currently, sewing or making dog harnesses fit. I really don’t care much for sewing as such. I love embroidery and that’s what I want to get back to ASAP.

Here’s a picture of some of my helpers today:

Mimi, Zoe and Gypsy camped out in the sewing room with Mom

DH is at the old house today power-washing concrete so it’s quiet here.  I’m about to turn on my tv and get started so it’ll get more active really soon.  Just wanted to check in.  Easy, quiet day.


Oh, Yucko!

Today I had a follow-up doctors appointment with my GP.  No problem; I could have stayed home.  On the way home I stopped and picked up some fries and a drink because I was feeling empty and it was too long till dinner.  Not much after getting back on the highway, while in the midst of bumper-to-bumper traffic moving along at a decent pace.  W H A M!!!!!!!!!!  A deafening bang against the passenger side of my car that bent the side mirror in against the car.  Then a sickening splat and blood drops on the car window.  I didn’t see anything in the rear view mirror except some trash in the roadway blowing around but something alive definitely hit my car on the passenger door.  I think the person in the lane next to me hit a small wild animal and their tire threw it up against my car.  Besides scaring the crap out of me, those French fries kind of lost their taste.  It was back to the car wash and popping the side mirror back into position with my hand afterwards.  There was still blood on the car when I got home but DH was kind enough to remedy that for me.  I haven’t been outside since!

We’re preparing for xmas here.  The tree is up, angel on top, tree skirt underneath.  Ornaments still lay on the table but they’ll get there.  Most everything is bought that will be bought so the only thing left is to heat that beautiful Honey-baked ham and trimmings for family.

The house is coming along—both of them actually.  This one is beginning to get better organized and there are few boxes left inside to unload.  You can see from one side of the garage to the other now but it has a long way to go.  All of the furniture is bought, delivered and in its proper place.  Trundle bed is in the guest room/office.  I’ve made 3 trips to goodwill, one to an individual collecting bags for foster children, and 1 trip to the animal shelter.  We have more to go but will have to pack some of this stuff up first.  Still sorting, and still looking for lost items as I come across their need.  The old house has been painted in and out, fence repaired, one out-building down, one to go.  Still needs landscaping and pressure-washing, then new floors will go down just before it goes on the market.   Some day we’ll be back to just one house to care for.  I can’t wait!

Well, time to go feed the canine children.  Be well!


O M G We’ve Moved!

Two weeks ago we began the moving process.  Today we’re kinda, sorta moved.  Boxes everywhere (but not as many) and some things are still missing in action.  What happened to the bowls and glassware?  Where is my mouthwash?  All replaceable but annoying.

I completely transformed my sewing room in this house.  For years I’ve had everything on cafeteria-style tables that were too deep but long enough.  I had a small closet that contained far too much junk for my own good.  Now I have an actual desk, storage units and half the office from our previous house.  Hubby and I shared the old office and since Mom’s death I have slowly moved more and more into my sewing room.  After a year most of her stuff is over and done but storage goes on.  Today I received the last of my storage units; I know hubby can’t wait to put them all together.  And I can’t wait to rearrange all my stuff.  It’ll look so much better when it’s over.  Best part is it’s P U R P L E!  My favorite color!!!!

The dogs seem to have adapted much faster than we have.  Within a couple of days they were relaxed and protecting their new home base.  Even though we still have several truck loads of construction crap to haul off they are enjoying the bigger yard.

My husband has gained a private office, if you can call it that.  It will also double as the guest room on occasion.  But it won’t be lavender like the last office.  We painted it a very pale green and drapes are on order.  A trundle bed has been donated by my sister.  As soon as we get enough floor cleaned out we’ll go pick it up and get it out of her way.  It’ll be interesting to see how that room comes together.

Our bedroom is the disaster.  Our furniture is too big for the space.  Guess we’ll have to go buy smaller nightstands and revamp the bed somehow.  Currently my nightstand is in the office and I have a couple of plastic containers doing its job.  The bed is too high for my short legs so we have a rudimentary step so I can get in to sleep.  I have to dress in the sewing room because I have no place to sit in the bedroom.  It’ll work out somehow.

The hall bath is still a work in progress.  I think it’ll require a wall cabinet to contain all of DH’s toiletries and towels.  My things are in the en suite and I have enough room so far.  Still buying knick knacks for storage.  Only 2 drapes up.  One miniblind needs replacement (still in the box in the dining room floor).  A door will be replaced eventually; windows too.  And some landscaping must be done.

The living room still needs tables and lamps but is complete for the most part.  I’ll still have to get rugs and decorations but that’s the fun part, right?  I’ll have to buy bowls and glassware if we don’t find the box containing those from the previous address.  I don’t mind that either; it’ll give me a chance to customize a bit.

I wish I’d kept a log over the past year.  I wrote a few things here but it has been a circus.  Most of the time I didn’t have time or energy to even update this blog.  Hopefully that will ease up now.


Survived Thus Far

Okay…  New HVAC almost finished.  Electrical finished.  Most of the plumbing finished.  Waiting for the exterminator (tomorrow), kitchen countertops (Friday), re-installing the bathtub in the en suite today. Once the exterminating is done we will get the carpenter back in and start putting this puppy back together again.  Kitchen cabinets will be painted, sheetrock repaired, cabinet built in en suite, ensuite vanity, toilet, mirror, etc., installed.  Then tiling all of en suite and on to kitchen backsplash.  After everything is painted we will move on to putting in the flooring.  Then we should be able to clean up and start moving.

Here, I am cleaning out crap that I don’t intend to move, but I’ve only scratched the surface, believe me!  We have to go pick out tile and flooring this week and somewhere in there carve out some time for ourselves.

Brighter Day

Gosh, where to start…  We’ve been too busy lately to look up.  The only time I tried to post ended in the disaster I called August and having a matrimonial fit.  Fit over and happier days evolved.  So now we live in 2 houses.  We’re remodeling one to move into and then this one will be redone and put on the market.

Wow, that is a lot said in a few sentences.  We have replaced the roof.  Replaced 273 running feet of privacy fence, torn out parts of 2 bathrooms.  Torn out a hall closet and the wall between the dining and living rooms.  The kitchen appliances have mostly been removed.  A gas line is being installed for the new gas range in lieu of the old electric one.  Torn out almost all of the floors and flooring, poured a concrete floor where none existed and temporarily fixed a tripping hazard (of two to be permanently repaired).  We’ve replaced the electrical box (well, the electrician did) and are in the process of rewiring most of the house and moving all the wiring from the missing wall.  We’ve removed 3 trees and most of the overgrowth from the front flower bed.  We’re about to get rid of a structure and the hot tub it contains.  Is that all?

So, remaining to be done: sheetrock 3 walls, install all the new lighting, ceiling fans and electric including switches and plugs, install new floors (after repairing the slab), install new windows, build deck, take down 2 more trees, replace all the HVAC, ducts and insulation.  Then we have to rebuild one bathroom (all supplies on site), tear out the tub surround on the second bath then tile, replace all faucets in kitchen and both baths and install floor tile in the en suite.  Then we need a new front and storm door, and a new sliding glass door with dog door installed.  One (of 2) garage doors needs repair and opener installed.  Am I done yet?

The entire inside has to be painted after walls are repaired, new kitchen appliances and back splash installed.  Part of the outside needs a new, brighter color with new house numbers.  Two new trees to be planted and some landscaping remaining to be decided.  Then we have to move.  Am I crying yet?  O M G!!!!!!!!!  I hate the thought of moving 26 years of accumulated crap from one house to another.  I’ll let you know if I survive.


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