Layers

I just looked up how to sign up for the dog park. I have to fill in two forms and mail them. They must be accompanied by a photo of me with the dogs and a copy of their current rabies vaccinations. Maybe tomorrow at lunch Jackie will take my picture with the doggies and send them to me. Then I can go to PWs and fill out the forms, print them, copy the rabies forms and maybe get that all together and get it into the US mail. This is the kind of stuff that is so daunting. Maybe I'll find the cord for my camera and download some pictures myself. Oooh, just found the cord. Somehow, that made me feel better!

OK, so now I need to walk the doggies and go to bed. In the a.m. my plan is to get up early, walk doggies, clean the bathroom, give doggies a bath and then go to lunch by 10:45. Given that I have put off cleaning the bathroom for quite a while, this will be quite an accomplishment if I can manage it. If I can get up at about 7:30, I should be able to do this. OK, St. Anthony....I will confess right here one way or the other. (report?) CW

Labor Day

It is 1:19 a.m., Labor Day. 2 years ago on Labor Day I took mother to the hospital for the last time. Four days later, Sept. 7, she died. Today is Sept. 7th. I still have dreams that remind me that she is dead. I keep being surprised that my unconscious still thinks I need these reminders. On the other hand, it is not like I have moved on that well with my own life, so maybe I really do need these reminders.

If Marsha's challenge is to eat nutritiously, my challenge is to live in a clean and tidy house. Years ago, in Phyllis's apartment in Granite City, we were sitting at her computer, both looking at the same piece of paper on the floor. Phyllis said, "if my mother were here, she would pick that up!" We laughed, left it on the floor.

I have a great tolerance for disorder...I don't really LIKE it, but the effort to create order just seems so difficult. I know that this is an adult child of alcoholic issue -- the tolerance of something fundamentally unhealthy for me. Karen (Gord's wife) said to do just a little each day; I pointed out that that was quite a sensible notion and that I wished I could be that sensible. Maybe I can try.

Thank you, Marsha, for tricking me into this blog. Tricky you. CW

How the Hell Did I Get here?

So, all I was going to do was respond to Marsha. Suddenly, I have a blog. Maybe this is a good thing. To coin a phrase: Time will tell.

Today is/was September 4, 2009. Worked at Schnucks for 7 hours. Onita Selvig died at about 90 years of age. Her 2nd daughter, Karen, married my cousin, Gordon Weighill. The Selvigs lived next door to our grandparents in Shaunavon, Sask. Canada. Gordon and I met the year we turned 5, I think we met Karen soon after. Now I must find a way back to Marsha's blog. Bye for now. CW