Feel Like Complaining

This is another tale of misery for a foot, but it's the other foot. It's nice they take turns to torture me. I've had a few corns in my life but no big deal. This past summer I was telling my Mom about two that were in different places than the usual. I showed them to her and she informed me they were plantar warts. What the heck?! I had some when I was a kid and I remember my little brother and I going to the doctor to have them burned off. Bing, bang, boom, and it was done. I started using the bandaids that had the medicine in them to treat both warts and corns. That got expensive so I found an entire box of 42 on Amazon. That should take care of it. Nope. I ordered a second box and about 3/4 of the way in I figured I had lost the match. These are stubborn little shits that mock me as I'd peel off the bandage and they'd be standing all proud unscathed. They are cone shaped and deeply imbedded so you can not pull them out; they are not meant to be pulled out!! ...

Recently Faith and I were talking about some of our repeat clients being older and if they passed, we would lose that business; especially if the family only had that one pet. It was purely a business thought knowing that a steady stream of income is not guaranteed. Last week that reality came when one of my absolute favorites passed away. Annabelle hadn't been feeling well and the vet found that her spleen had ruptured and although surgery was possible, they didn't want to put her through it. She had already gone through a surgery to remove cancerous tumors from her body. They are heartbroken and we feel so sad for them...and us. They still want me to sit for the 2 cats when needed, but it sure won't be the same. Annabelle was a big lovable girl who was underfoot all the time and trying to step over her after a shower was like walking an obstacle course; she took up the entire doorway. Every time I let her out she would launch off of the deck to the corner of the yar...

Last week we had Dora and Peanut back; making this their second stay with us. Both of them really came out of their shell this time and we enjoyed a couple of walks together. We also found out what a little stinker Peanut can be. She's very snoopy and will hunt out anything. Being little doesn't stop her as she tried to take down our garbage can. That didn't work so she found Faith's and came out with a candy wrapper in her mouth. Tackle dog and pry wrapper out. She also loves our laps but doesn't want to move when I need to get up, or doesn't want to give my chair back. Wrestle with limp dog while getting growled at. Other than that, they are great girls and are welcome back anytime. I got some of my painting mojo back. A friend gave me 4 sand dollars and I've always wanted to try to paint some. I'm pretty pleased how they came out and keeping them all! These were the only two winter ones I did because I should have got started with them in ...

This pretty violet may seem harmless, but a few weeks ago it almost did me in. I was heading to the garage to take my car for gas. There are only two steps and I was on the first one when I looked down to my left and saw this little flower actually blooming, in the winter. Somehow I lost my balance, spun around to the left off the step, did more hopping, hit the pavement and bounced a few times before sliding onto the lawn on my left side. All the while I'm saying to myself: "please don't fall, please don't fall, please don't fall, ooof." I had to lie there awhile and was either laughing or crying; I'm not sure. Faith saw the end of the performance from the kitchen window and came out to check on me. Tony followed and asked what happened and I said I fell; he said how? I said I fell of the steps, way over there. My knee hurt pretty bad, we laughed, I went in the house to take some Advil and get my brains unscrambled a bit, then left again. For a ...