The Pets' Heads are Falling Off, but Don't Worry....I've got the Gorilla Glue

Seriously, I write lots of blog posts in my head....I usually do it between 2-3 a.m when I can't sleep.  I am brilliant at that witching hour.  I am witty, urbane, pithy, homespun, a delight, a gem, a regular Erma Bombeck of Bluebird Hill.  Then I get up, grab a cup of coffee and start living the dream....

It's the end of school.  Summer is coming.  This is the first year since 1955 that I have NOT set foot in a school building.  I am still pondering that one.  Life moves on.....and my head is full of .....stuff.  

Pandemics:

Are not for the faint of heart, are they? I thought, and thought, and thought about the entire mess.  I am scared of being an asymptomatic carrier and giving the COVID-19 to someone.  I know myself well enough to know that no way do I want to wind up in an ICU but I would hate to give it to someone else.   I have had too many people I love die this year....and I've been embarrassed my some of the people who I know with their foolish behavior or words when talking about Covid-19.  (Like, have they NOT been washing their hands? YUCK)  I got my vaccination....a woman I don't know told me I had been infected with the DNA of Lucifer after she heard I had been vaccinated.  I told her that Bill said my personality had improved.  The vaccine did nothing to improve my sassy mouth.  

My knee:

Between running from the six foot snake in June of 2020 ( it was a rat snake-- a good snake-- a big BIG GOOD SNAKE) to stepping on the old cat in July of 2020,  I now walk like Chester on Gunsmoke.  Yes, I know I should go to the doctor... but it didn't seem worth it at the time.  Now, I don't know what I'd say to any MD..."Well, ten months ago...." I figured out the other night (that 2-3 a.m. slot is full of fun) that maybe they would amputate my knee.  See how full of crazy my head is at that time?  Not my leg-- amputate my knee! I don't get real het up about doing most things medical....a dear doctor friend told me once when he was drunker than Cooter Brown-..."5% I help, 5% die, 90% get better no matter what I do. " I guess I am not going to win "Best Taker Carer of Themselves" for 2021.

  

Raggs, the Diabetic Dog

At the end of December 2020, Raggs was diagnosed with diabetics.  He has to watch his diet, exercise and take two shots of insulin per day.  Raggs is my little white dog.  He is a Maltese that runs my life.  He's ridden to Iowa with me numerous times and he is just my 'good" boy. He's doing better thanks to Dr. Brandon Pinson, Raggs' vet and all of the wonderful people who have helped him get better.   Raggs is a champ.  

The Grand Girls:

Mary Michael is ten, Sally is eight and Baby Cakes (Anna) is one.  They are terrific.  Mary is a rubrics cube solver, wall-climber, outdoor girl; Sally is a tiara-wearing, mermaid loving, unicorn riding girl, and Anna.... well, she's my cat-loving, sign-language speaking, dumpling (FYI:  Anna says NANA perfectly).  Molly and Brad have had their house full of virtual school, Truist Bank, one year old world, Sampson (the new, huge black neurotic rescue dog), doll houses, climbing shoes, Minecraft, knitting, guitars and bicycles.  

My buddy, Lynn, asked me if I was going to write anymore Cat Wranglings....I told her I was thinking....I need to just publish this and start fresh.  Life is good.  The hundreds of blog ideas I've got running through my head and heart need to be written so I better start getting them done. (Winners make commitments and losers make excuses.)  I've got the Gorilla Glue (to glue my seat to a chair) and as Alice Cooper wailed, "School's Out for Summer." Time to "get 'er done.