Pets. Interesting creatures, and why they put up with us is a mystery. Maybe Sammy does not know any better, because he is right there getting pulled, patted, and nearly strangled without much coaxing. And molly is the embodiment of Pavlov's learned helplessness experiments. ...or maybe dogs just want to really be apart of a family/pack, and will put up with whatever the Alpha dishes (with tail wagging).
Right now, the house has some visitors, in the form of a Chihuahua-Pekingese, and another cat. The "mother in law" upstairs/apartment/ or simply the upstairs is being rented to the twins' former nanny. She is going to be the house care taker of sorts as we are spending more and more time in Idaho. Rileigh will not leave her little dog alone. This relieves some pressure from Sammy, and I don't hear him complaining. Rileigh pointed out to me that Sammy is not allowed upstairs now, because "The cats will put their noses together and run in circles". Ethan thinks the dog is funny, but is really not all that interested. He likes to play chase with them, if they run, but usually, the dog in question seems to be more threatened by this offspring of the "alpha" chasing them than having fun. And Molly does not seem up for games.
The kids have been trying to get us all sick for the past three days. Riles has put forth the best effort with runny nose and sore throat. Ethan seems to be faring better. This morning felt like a scene from the book: Little House on the Prairie. The part where the family caught fever and were too weak to take care of themselves. We were no where near that, regardless, I have a better understanding of that situation.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Nobody There Remembers Me
There is nothing left for you and me.
Oh, woe is me, or us. One would think that with all my experience, I would be good at moving. Woe as well, that I am alone in this, only we experience the true sting. Only we know the anguish of moving two hours from our present residence, to a place inhabited by my parents. Blue skies, warm sun, forested hill sides, golf course! :such miserable conditions! Pain and sorrow in moving merely our clothes, and personal possessions (as the place is "furnished") Yes, sing the blues with me.
I am getting old, there is something wrong with me, I have a degenerative disease, or something. This has to be the single most easiest move -by far- that any of my immediate family has ever done. And yet it is an experience I would not wish on a snake. (We have bestowed this ordeal on some spiders, but that was not entirely our fault. Sometimes they hide so well that they get overlooked.) I have "not had the time" to properly update in photos and blog. I have not been in the proper frame of mind either. Thus this ordeal, which should be taken as an occasion, may pass into oblivion, as it has not been recorded appropriately.
The kids are torn. At the "condo", they talk of going home to Ephrata. When we drove back to Ephrata, so that Sarah could do some work, etc, the kids wanted to go back to the condo. They seem to like being close to Grammie and Gwahmpa, and they have enjoyed the pool (which will most likely be closed by Monday). They have also seemed to enjoy the "new preschool". So it seems, despite the terminology of "home to Ephrata", the kids have appreciated the move.
And for the record, I am GLAD that we are only going to Twin Lakes ID, and not across the ocean, across the country, or even out of the Northwest.
Oh, woe is me, or us. One would think that with all my experience, I would be good at moving. Woe as well, that I am alone in this, only we experience the true sting. Only we know the anguish of moving two hours from our present residence, to a place inhabited by my parents. Blue skies, warm sun, forested hill sides, golf course! :such miserable conditions! Pain and sorrow in moving merely our clothes, and personal possessions (as the place is "furnished") Yes, sing the blues with me.
I am getting old, there is something wrong with me, I have a degenerative disease, or something. This has to be the single most easiest move -by far- that any of my immediate family has ever done. And yet it is an experience I would not wish on a snake. (We have bestowed this ordeal on some spiders, but that was not entirely our fault. Sometimes they hide so well that they get overlooked.) I have "not had the time" to properly update in photos and blog. I have not been in the proper frame of mind either. Thus this ordeal, which should be taken as an occasion, may pass into oblivion, as it has not been recorded appropriately.
The kids are torn. At the "condo", they talk of going home to Ephrata. When we drove back to Ephrata, so that Sarah could do some work, etc, the kids wanted to go back to the condo. They seem to like being close to Grammie and Gwahmpa, and they have enjoyed the pool (which will most likely be closed by Monday). They have also seemed to enjoy the "new preschool". So it seems, despite the terminology of "home to Ephrata", the kids have appreciated the move.
And for the record, I am GLAD that we are only going to Twin Lakes ID, and not across the ocean, across the country, or even out of the Northwest.
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