Well, I’ve just not been so good at this blogging thing for the past two months. I guess I really haven’t felt like I had too much too say. Sometimes I feel like I have too much to say & maybe the things I want to say should really be kept to myself – so maybe it’s a combination of the two. I’ve had things to say, but those things are probably best kept to myself, so that left me with little to write about.
The last time I wrote, I wasn’t yet on my own – my Mom was still with me & we were just rolling along waiting to see when she might leave. My Mom moved to Virginia the first weekend in November & I’ve been trucking along all by myself ever since. I can’t say quite yet how much I like or don’t like it. There are definitely nights when I enjoy knowing that if I want to watch 5 episodes of “Chuck” in a row, then I can do that & no one will complain because the only other living thing in the house is Watson & a couple plants. Watson could care less about “Chuck” or anything else on the TV as long as I let him sit in my lap some & I’m pretty sure the plants should just be grateful they’re still alive. I’m not exactly a green thumb. I’m always thankful for weekend plans – I’ve discovered very quickly that sitting at my house on Friday night & all day Saturday with nothing but a dog to talk to makes me a little stir crazy. I don’t suppose Watson minds though.
|Deep Conversation or just begging for food? You decide|
Watson seems to be getting even more adept at begging; with my Mom one look did it. I’m not as easy to bribe & so he is getting pretty good at making pitiful faces all in the name of getting a scrap of cheese or a bite of bread. And with all that begging, he still somehow managed to lose 3 pounds in the past few months! The vet said it could have been caused from a change in food or a change in his living situation – which made me think “oh geez, I am literally stressing my dog out to the point that he’s losing weight!” I guess maybe I should give in to those pitiful faces more often. I can’t have him wasting away – without him it would be just me & the plants & while some people talk to their plants, I don’t really think I need to become that person.
I’m settling into my own little routine. I have the day that I do laundry, the day I do cleaning, still trying to figure out when my grocery day will be. It’s interesting settling into a completely new & different lifestyle – especially one where I get to make all the rules.
I got to play hostess at Thanksgiving – my parents came down from Virginia & Lindsey flew in from Colorado & my kitchen was filled with wonderful smells & the warmth of my family. I thoroughly enjoyed the few days we had together & especially enjoyed having a roommate for those few days. Lindsey is a good roomie – she doesn’t hog the covers & she’s good for conversation – although we didn’t actually talk to late into the night since her pneumonia medicine knocked her out pretty fast, ha-ha. I’m looking forward to playing hostess again at Christmas. Which brings me to…
|My Christmas Tree!