What happened to the Cat Wrangler? Heck, if I know. When I first started out on my blogging journey, I wrote, and wrote and wrote some more. Some of it was okay, some needed work, some I published. I am saying I went on sabbatical. (Behind my back you can say, she's kind of a slacker.)
The last four years got away from me. Anna, our littlest granddaughter turned 4 in November. Those four years sped by at the speed of lightening. She is a singer, a lover, a dancer, a dreamer. She calls Trooper "Buddy" and gives us all big hugs. Her older sisters have left their imprint on her soul. Just this past week she was talking with Grandma Terry that her baby doll just wasn't acting right. Dr. Uncle John was there and Grandma suggested Anna take the dolly to him. "Uncle John can fix hurt," Anna said. "Uncle John can fix sick. Uncle John can't fix dead." Why do little kids just hit the nail on the head sometimes?
Knee? I have been hobbling around on my bad right knee since my first skiing accident in 1975. Add to that a slip and fall during a food fight circa 2007.....I didn't mean to fall and believe me I was not participating! Slap on moving boxes from Central High School 1 to Central High School 2 in 2009. Oh, yeah, and don't forget moving the Weavers in 2012. The icing on this knee was seeing the biggest snake outside of a zoo in 2020-- I hopped, pivoted, and ran (yes, I know it probably wouldn't bite me) after tossing the weed eater at it. My right knee is a mess. I have had Accupuncture, Physical Therapy, Euflecca shots, ice bags....but I was finally ready for a knee replacement. My doctor has been with me all the way and said I had tried everything possible. When? December 8 was the day that my bone spurs, arthritis and lack of cartilage was ended. I am following orders by my doctor, my PT, my friends, my research, and my family. This was a life changing moment. Thanks for all the love and prayers.
Raggs passed away after a valiant battle with diabetes in 2021. My little pal had his sugar under control when he had a heart attack. I miss my little buddy. He was a damn fine dog. He was a white Maltese that loved getting in the dirt, enjoyed chasing cats, and always had the last bark. When I would drive up to the house, his little head would always pop up in the nearest window to greet me. I was so lucky to have that little guy as a sidekick.
I have been taking an art history course on Study.com. I do love going to school and art is something that ties the humanities together for me. It has 278 lessons and I might be finished by next May. I like that it's on my own time and at my own pace. I love seeing the art of the world and why it was considered important, how the art fits with the political climate of the day, and how it fits together as a whole.
I am going to get back on this horse and write more in 2024. (I love that number. ). Writing helps me put life in perspective. My life is funny on a good day and hilarious on a bad one.
Cheers! Here's to 2024!
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