What are the odds? I was driving the pups to Baring Vet today to get their nails trimmed, and just as I was approaching Howard on Fargo, I saw a young woman walking a dog that looked just like Bonnie, but with short hair. I rolled down my window:
Me: Oh my god, your dog looks just like mine! How old? Her: A year! Me: Did you adopt from PetCo? Her: Yes! Me: Oh my goodness, they are litter mates!!!
I pulled over and she came to my window. Her little girl was yapping. Bonnie was yapping.
Her: She’s a screamer! Me: So’s Bonnie!
No… I didn’t get a photo, but going back to March I am certain the pup on the left is the one we saw as she is the only shorthaired puppy in the litter. (Bonnie is the one standing on the right)
Like many, I eschew New Year’s resolutions. But I do use the first of the year to take stock and plan out my major goals for the next year. What did I accomplish in the last year, and what are my goals for this coming one? In 2019 I paid off my car, remodeled our master bathroom, painted the main living areas of our home, remodeled the living room, remodeled my home office (including laying the floor myself). In 2019 we said goodbye to two beloved pets, Buddy and Maya, and adopted a new pup, Bonnie.
What are my goals for 2020?
Read more fiction – I am currently making my way through Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone series and am on O is for Outlaw. (Yes, I know I’m late to the party!)
Spend less time on social media, but blog more (photography and here)
Connect more with friends and family
Walk the dogs daily and work in more exercise for myself
Rekindle my photography
Household / Financial
Pay off credit cards by year’s end. I’ve already worked out a do-able payment schedule, so this is on-track. Husband has already retired and I am only a few years away, so we must go into retirement as solvent as possible.
Simplify – declutter. Seriously. I’m tired of keeping stuff we’ll never use.
I posted this on my old blog on July 9, 2011 after we said good-bye to our sweet Daisy. I’m re-posting this for Stephanie Miller, who is going through the same grief today for her beloved Max.
We know you’ve been hurting for a long time. And you were getting so tired.
You spent the day in the sunshine, wandering the yard and nosing in the sage for lizards. Then you came inside to take a nap at my feet. I brushed you one last time, and then you and I and Dad went for a ride. One of your favorite things to do. Sissy met us there. And then we said good-bye as you fell asleep in our arms. It was as peaceful as we could have hoped for.
Thank you for being our big brown doggie.
I don’t believe in heaven And I know that there’s no hell, I don’t think you’ve gone anywhere, And I guess that’s just as well
‘Cause I want to remember the last look in your eyes It was the best and worst thing to get to say goodbye to you~
They say we’re not s’posed to comprehend, But I wanna know more Being there with you at the end was a pain I had hoped for
Did you know where you were going? Did you like the time you’d spent? I wish that you’d stayed longer, But that’s not how it went
Now I know there’s no forever, but of all the hearts I’ve met, I think the place we ended up was as close as one could get, did you~?
They say we’re not s’posed to understand That doesn’t help me Watching you leave by my own hand Were the cards that were dealt me
Some would blame the dealer, some would blame the deal, some would make up stories that never could be real
I hope when you left, You were glad to be back home, I think that you knew You would never be alone
I’ve no need for heaven, Or some eternal bluff, I prefer what’s real And what we had here was enough
I’m glad I get to miss you but that you can never miss me Thinking you’ll wake up and see us is your eternity… small comfort I miss you I miss you I lo~ ——————
“Small Comfort” ~ George Hrab, Trebuchet
Many women who have symptoms of endometrial cancer (vaginal bleeding after menopause or abnormal menstrual bleeding) may have a biopsy that shows precancerous changes of the endometrium, called complex hyperplasia with atypia. Risk is high that 25 to 50 percent of these women will go on to develop endometrial cancer.
To reduce the risk, doctors usually advise women with this condition to have a hysterectomy (surgery to remove the uterus) if they are past childbearing years or do not intend to become pregnant. Many gynecologists refer these women to a gynecologic oncologist for their surgery because of the chance of finding true cancer at the time of the hysterectomy.
Hopefully this will be done before the end of the year and that the final pathology report doesn’t indicate cancer. My biopsy report left that window open, and I don’t think it can be ruled out until they can take a good look at everything.
Something’s wrong. What, exactly, is not yet known. We’re supposed to find out tomorrow. Or sometime this week. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s something. If it’s something, it may be bad. If it’s bad, just how bad?