Friday Night...Just Chillen in Plan B

  • Oct. 4, 2014, 1:38 a.m.
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I just finished watching the Antiques Roadshow. This one guy found a painting behind a door. It was done by a mexican artist in his early 20’s and he painted mexican workers. The detail was wonderful. The value was at one million dollars. Another lady had her mothers ring. One big diamond that was called - A Spreader - Meaning it was more spread out than deep. Anyway it was worth $65,000. Miss Fishers Murder Mysteries on public tv. WOW! The guy was testing the lights by turning off and on the christmas tree lights and he put his finger in where the bulb belongs and someone gently opened the door and turned on the switch and he gets zapped. O! How I love a good mystery.

I have my lady who I take care of every saturday ~ 8 to 5. She is nice. Not hard to take care of. I shower her and just sit and chill and watch golf. At first she intimidated me but now no. Easy $ pretty much. Then sunday I have 12 hour at a crappy facility. The gentleman is really nice tho. I took care of him before. He is the one who can’t have anything to drink due to his kidneys.

Speaking of kidneys Casie Marie was laying on the floor just relaxing and she got up and left. Then I noticed a liquid on the floor and it was where Casie was. I got some paper towles and wiped it up and I smelled it thinking it would be urine and it was nothing. Water. There was no reason for it. I know my love is getting old. I see it in her eyes - she has cataracts, her walk - she has arthritis and at 13 and half years old she is getting old. But I hate to see her aging. It hurts my heart. She is such a love. We lay on the floor and I talk to her. I know it may sound silly but I tell her all kinds of things. I play the game of ” I Love You More Than…” and I name everything of course. She has soaked up more tears than my bear Arnold. It sad that dogs pass a way so soon and they hold onto our hearts so deep. More than some people I know. Not long out of bed. Have to get up at 5:15 a.m.


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