We had a pretty quiet weekend. First, let me tell you something funny.

SANTA stores here! No kidding, he has four large units at my facility. I took this when he stopped by, right before I closed Wednesday evening.

OK, this is Thursday before we got started, the view from the door when the tenant comes through the door.

This is the view for us from behind the counter. I know, I'm messy, but I get lots done!

Thursday afternoon, we moved everything out of the office and taped off everything. Friday morning, we painted the ceiling, which went pretty quick. It took the rest of the day, working non-stop for both of us to paint the walls. Saturday morning, I got up and this is where I found Superman, fine tuning.

This is now the view from behind the counter.

And the view from the door. We think it looks warmer, the pictures come across more pink than it actually is, although there is a little hint of rose. Of course, pretty much any color would have been an improvement.I think Superman is proud of it too!

Dori in her sweater

I want first to tell you a new thing about our girl. If you have been following her story, you may really like this and think there is some kind of break through happening. I'm not sure I'm ready to go there yet, as, we still have so far to go, but I hope it is a good thing.

Dori got on the sofa. Now most would think, 'Oh, no! The dog's getting up on the furniture!' And I probably would have been one of those people. Up until now, she has not behaved like a dog, she stays in her kennel all day, even though we've taken the top off, she does not get involved in what's going on, even to watch. To get her to come out of the kennel, we have to leash her, which she tolerates without fear or fight. One day about two weeks ago, she walked around the coffee table and got up on the sofa. So, I put a blanket over her, rather than pet her or talk to her, to let her know that was an OK place to be. Except for when we get her off the sofa to eat or have a little water, she does not leave the sofa now. She does watch us intently walk around the house, whatever we do sitting in the living room, eating, watching tv, reading, visiting with company, knitting, folding laundry, talking . . . .

Here's our morning ritual, on days of tolerable weather, to go for a walk. Maggie's ready, Dad's about to harness Dori, who has sat up from her pile of blankets.
This is her new sweater. The pattern was sent to me by the Humane Society, the shelter where we found her, as a charity project. They were asking for sweaters for dogs at the shelter, two big rescues this month. (http://www.redheart.com/FreePatterns/tabid/118/Default.aspx?tabid=118&patternid=WR2036.pdf) I realised that I needed to knit some for MY dogs first before I can for charity so, I got started on one for Dori first. I knit it last weekend, although it is modified somewhat from the pattern. I knit it in the round so that there was no seam to contend with from the neck to the belly, skipped the button as we have the collar, the flea collar and the harness and the button probably would just hinder. As I worked on it, I sat on the sofa next to her and let the cast on edge trail off my lap so that she could watch. I actually held it up to her and let her sniff it. She's not a dog that sniffs anything, but I wanted her to see I was making it and told her it was for her. She did watch me work on it some, kinda hard to miss when you are sitting together. When we were kids, we would sit next to my mom while she crocheted and we would enjoy the afghans while they were in progress. So, when it was done, I did not put it on her immediately, I let it lay there. I wanted to clip her nails before we put it on her, because we have not trimmed them since she came. Well, I've tried, but she gets scared and we can't calm her yet. I was concerned that her nails would snag in her new sweater. When I went to get the trimmer, the battery needed charged so trimming her nails didn't happen. Anyway, Tuesday morning was pretty chilly out, there was a wind blowing. So, we put Maggie's old sweater on her first, up on the sofa so that Dori would see that this was the plan. Then we put the new sweater on Dori, it went easily. No scary episode occurred. It fits her width and length, is not bulky, but a little loosely knit so that it's not a bit stuffy. On the walk, she seemed comfortable. There wasn't any angst about the wind, she didn't seem affected by the cold like she had been.

This is us when we got back. Maggie seemed a little put out that she didn't have a new sweater too but it's in progress, same pattern. Here she's wearing one I made her last year, copied one she already had but was looking pretty ratty. I made it of acrylic because I was unsure how it would turn out, fit and all, never having knit a dog sweater before. Well, it fit perfect except the armholes were a little too snug. Hopefully, I will be able to get a third one done so that they each have two. The new ones are of 100% wool, chosen and because even if we get wet, maybe walking in the rain, they will still be warm, even in the lightweight texture. 12/27 ETA: Got Maggie's sweater done. Tough part is trying to get a decent snap of her in it.

Anyway, it needs some adjusting. Now that I've gotten in on her and off again, I need to take about 4 inches off the tail end. I hope you can't tell from the photos, it was a pretty silly skirt effect that needs to go away, because skirts don't work on dogs that need to poop and all.

Love

All day long I've been look for a quote about love that says what I'm feeling. It's really hard to describe so I'm thinking that's why it's taken all day.

There is nothing like being cherished. There is nothing like looking at someone you love and see that sparkle in their eye the moment their eyes meet yours. Sweetness is every time he passes by, there is a touch, a look, words spoken, the pang of parting even for a moment that is so satisfying and appetizing, truly inspirational. To listen to him, to be listened to is very companionable. To have my cares being concerned about. He cooks for me, which others have done, but his concern is not to fill his own needs but to appeal to me. Even if I feel let down in myself for not having gotten something done to show him how much I love him, he is never let down by me. There is romance, there is attraction, but that is nothing but gilding on what is love really is.

My new sweetest memory of us, occured the other night. We found a restaurant, yep, fast food, that I'd never eaten at, although it's a large chain. This was after a great visit to the electronics store to fix my computer, which I thought I'd broken. While we were there, we found a music CD, 'The Bread' Anthology. So, we munched on our dinner in the truck so we could hear the new disc, he on his coney dog and me with my chicken bits. I don't think that life could be happier than listening to him sing those old songs to me, sitting in his big Dodge Truck.

It is a Happy Anniversary to us. This everyday love is beyond compare to any fine thing, and tastes finer than good chocolate.

So, last night I had a bad dream.



I dreamed I was working for the US Dept of Agriculture grading hops again. And again it broke my heart and again I walked out.

Let me explain (yeah, I have a blog so I can explain!):

Hops. For those not in an agricultural area, hops are grown primarily for beer, but in prairie times, they were grown next to the front porch for yeast in bread making. It can also be used for making paper. I lived many years of my life in an area where a VERY large percentage of world's hops are grown. The government being the Ruler of all things made and grown, actually sends a guy out to take samples of crops, which are then infinitely and finitely tested, retested and tested again, eventually given a grade, and that grade determines what the grower will be paid for his crop.

For many years, this testing was done in a barely formal lab, by little old white haired ladies, who worked these samples meticulously for 12 hour days, 6 days a week, from a few days after the harvest began and were dried. Grading all of those crops took this crew of grandmas several months.

It was very precise work. Most of the work involved sorting through a gallon sized bucket, with a white board, similar to Corelle dishes, with a pair of 5 to 6 inch long forceps similar to tweezers. There were other steps in the process but this was the most intense and precise step. The grannys would sit at a table and sort through this sample, picking out sticks and other extraneous pieces that brought down the quality, dropping the grade. Sometimes a granny would spend the whole day over one bucket.

For the most part, anyone younger than senior citizen would not be hired for this work. It was hard and far too intense for the young and the dramatically restless. The ladies who returned year after year were always the ones who could be depended on to come in, do the job, show up every day and come back year after year. The men that were hired for the lab were the ones sent out into the fields to collect the samples.

After sometime, one of the grandmas might recommend a daughter or a neice, and eventually a younger population worked it's way into the crew. I think it was then discovered that it needn't take several months to accomplish the grading, growers realized they needn't wait so long to discover what they could sell their crop for, because with the younger crew, it might take just a few days to know their grade. So, the whole season would last six weeks to eight weeks, one low production year it was four weeks, instead of six months.

One year, there were several who were brought in through the unemployment office. That was when I came in. I worked one year, not at the meticulous picking, but in the large tub sorting that was divided later into sections for brewing, baking for seed count and other preserved for re-trial. This was actually very dirty work, probably one of the dirtiest jobs in the process. I thought from that first year that I was allergic to the hops, because I would rash horribly in every area of exposed skin, most severly in my underarms. I was told after two months that we were nearly done and they would be calling me back the next year.

Which didn't happen. When I realized the next year the harvest was in full swing, I called the lab and was told they had already hired the full crew. I asked to be called the following year. Which again didn't happen. The next year, I wasn't called, but I was pregnant so, I wasn't too upset. I started calling the lab in the spring, and insisted I be called when the harvest time came around again. When I finally was called into work, several years had gone by, but I recognised many and was happy to see the same faces again. I had the same chore as the one year, several years before. Amazingly, I was back the next year too. I think that year or the next, they started training me for the other parts of the process, the sitting and picking through it with tweezers. Over the years, I had a couple different friends and family members come in with me too. I liked being able to help anywhere they needed me, so I started getting trained for other spots in the process too. In the meantime, the first Lord-over-all-Boss-Lady got tired of it all and her assistant, a sweet lady took over the top spot. Things actually seemed to get cheerful and it was like being one of the seven dwarfs going off to work with Snow White to go back to work every year. One year Sweet Boss seemed a little off, but didn't say anything to anybody. Eventually it came out that she was battling cancer. So, I made it my goal to do whatever I could to keep things upbeat, do whatever I could to help. It made me feel good. But the second or third year of that, for some reason it was offensive that I did that. Nothing I did was received well at all. I didn't understand it, and there was no getting past it, so one day, it got so bad, I was so heartbroken, I had to walk out.

That wasn't the only job I've ever had that's left me broken hearted, but it might have been the first that I put my heart into. That story was over several years. The nightmare I dreamt had this ending: Apparently, for some reason, at the end of the season, gifts were being passed out. Mine was a bag of chocolate. Now that I'm diabetic, that was thoughtless, and in my new version, I got offended, although if that had happened at the time, I wasn't diabetic then. So, in my dream, I held the bag in front of the boss, and said 'What an insult, you're trying to kill me.' and tossed it unopened in the trash and walked out. Someone followed me out, who is someone I know now, but not then, who asked what the matter was, so I told her what I just told you.

What bothers me is that it still must be bothering me. I say that based on the rule that what you dream must be your subconsciousness working through your issues. I find it interesting that after years of that, thinking I'm over it, somewhere in my little universe, it still must be bothering me.

I really don't have much to say. I'm in a little pain, one glass-shard-stabbing-into-my-head type of headache and the lower back pain that will go away in a day or so. Most of the day, I've gone around in this fog like I can't focus and nothing is making sense, mostly what is coming out of my mouth. Most of it is random and nonsense to explain. I spoke with a lady on the phone yesterday about Prepaid Legal, because I'm a member and I love it and also have the Identity Theft Protection, so, that's what I do, talk about it a lot. But I don't believe in being pushy. Well, the point of bringing this up is that she complimented me for not being pushy. I guess that the pleasure of the compliment has a bigger impact on me because I'm the pushy older sister type that has in the past had to make sure every body knew my opinion about everything and that it was the only opinion I hoped every body had.

I'm not that way so much anymore.

I've grown away from being the momma that constantly had to tell her child or children what to do. That's probably been the hardest thing for me. I think it might be for a lot of parents. We see so much potential in our children and with the desire for them to have it easier than we did or just better than we did it's very difficult not to say something. Unfortunately, most of what we learned was in the school of hard knocks, not in history class. Most people do not learn from the mistakes of others, although you would think that would be the wise thing to do. When my daughter was 15 and after years of not seeing any reasonable good happening with her dad, I became really depressed to the point of suicide. I felt that she didn't need me anymore either. So, I gave up giving my opinions unless asked. And people generally don't ask.

I also used to be a faithful member of a congregation. I did what I could, I studied my Bible, I sat near the front and was an attentive listener and loved to have that wave of holy spirit just roll over me, got so caught up in the emotion of it all that I cried, I loved to sing, I enjoyed seeing the different members of the congregation felt I encouraged them and they encouraged me. The scripture that says when we gather together we sharpen the face of one another was true for me. My presence help me, helped others and they helped me. The problem came when I did one thing that the scriptures say don't do. My feelings were hurt and I didn't get over it. I took offense. I suddenly realised that even with holy spirit blessing them, they were still just human. Just like me. Long before that all happened though, I stopped giving opinion about anything spiritual. Mine or what I know to be Biblical truth. Nobody likes being told what to do, even if it is the message from God, they just want their ears tickled (another scripture) and I'm never was in the tickling business. My spiritual message came down to 'have hope, God can be trusted when no one else can, find faith if you want, there's help if you want it, you know where to find me' and that was it. I am not a pusher.

Which leads to another discussion we've going around and around with, life after death or what happens when we die. I know what the facts are from the Bible, so, for me, those facts are what I live by. Not my feelings. It actually makes me sick to my stomach to think that after someone dies their souls may roam the earth, like some people hope. To me, that just seems like a continuing nightmare of suffering for the one that has passed and it's only our own greed that wants to keep them here. We watch the 'Ghost Whisperer' and 'Medium' shows, Superman also enjoys 'John Edwards' and 'Lisa Williams'. I like the mystery-gets-solved part of those first shows. I am amazed at the way the real life people can read a person and empathetically tell them what they want to hear and that people seem to find comfort, but that's the whole vicious cycle where traditional religions have scared people into being faithful and nowadays they just want to have their ears tickled and will just go where they will hear what they want to hear. I am reading 'What Dreams May Come' by Richard Matheson, yep, the book the movie was based off of. Apparently Mr. Matheson was really admired for all the research he did on life after death and incorporated a lot of it into his book. The only thing so far that I liked is the regret some characters in the afterlife have that people alive are in fear of death. Yes, I believe it is too bad that death is so feared it becomes an agony. Birth wasn't so great either, nearly kills a lot of people and guess what? People celebrate that every year. They celebrate the fact they survived birth. Not so much all the other terrible things we have endured since.

Which leads me to all the holidays. What's the deal? I think we've become a society of partyers, looking for any reason to take a day off, overeat, pick fights with our families, or drink. Don't misunderstand me. I appreciate the days off as much as anybody. I just find so many of the occasions that people choose to go so nuts and overspend, overdrink, overindulge as if they have a right to that is kinda childish. So, I just celebrate the things that make me happy and don't really much to do with anybody else, like the day I met Superman, the day we got married, the day he survived his heart attack, the day I changed from woman to mother . . . And usually the celebration for the most part is the little happy dance I do in my heart. So, I tend to get into trouble with those that are thoughtful enough to send me Christmas Cards because I didn't send them one. I would rather tell you every day I see you that you make my everyday. My true companions in life are the ones that are OK without the gift cards.

I have opinions. I'm glad I have a blog to vent them. I don't advertise this blog so nobody is reading it, it feels like I've recorded it and don't have to share with anybody. Nobody asked for it anyway. I get uncomfortable in situations where people are giving theirs because it seems an inappropriate time. Like when people come into my office and start going on about our President and this or that issue. I really have to make that stop. If you have a politcal issue go where they care about politics. If you have a need for Storage, or something I was put on this earth or behind my desk to take care of, then come see me.

What to write next?

I found this list online. I think I may have to use a couple of these ideas sometime. Maybe it will give you something to blog about.





258 JOURNAL IDEAS
1. If you won the lottery, what would you do?
2. Why do you think some people don't exercise their right to vote?
3. What is your favorite Disney character or movie and why is it your favorite?
4. My full name and how it was decided on
5. My dream house
6. I am the one who. . .
7. First Grade Memories
8. In the left corner, behind the filing cabinet. . .
9. The Holiday I Wish We Had
10. The day I went to the circus. . .
11. Yesterday I. . .
12. Games I like to play
13. I believe. . .
14. I can. . .
15. Sunshine makes me feel. . .
16. The cartoon I like the most on Saturday mornings. . .
17. The most amazing thing I've ever seen is. . .
18. Hospitals
19. Summer Memories
20. My Dad
21. My Mom
22. My Grandma
23. My Grandpa
24. If I could be doing anything right now, I'd be. . .
25. What if. . .
26. My shoe
27. Well, Doctor, it's like this. . .
28. Colors
29. My most embarrassing moment
30. Inside the box with the big red bow is. . .
31. The Midnight Visitor
32. Television
33. Money
34. Pizza
35. Everything I remember about this morning
36. What I would like to receive at Christmas
37. Snow
38. Eyes
39. If I was President of the United States. . .
40. Mysteries
41. Bugs
42. Rainbows
43. Dreams
44. Babies
45. Friendship
46. Violence
47. In 20 Years I'd Like to Be. . ..
48. Favorite Memories
49. My family
50. Dogs
51. Cats
52. It makes me blush when. . .
53. Cowboys
54. It was so funny when. . .
55. What my mom must have been like as a baby. . .
56. Good things about me
57. It would be funny if. . .
58. Mother Goose
59. When I get to college, I will. . .
60. The knight lifted his sword amidst the dragon's flaming breath. . .
61. My Talents
62. The best book I ever read. . .
63. The book someone should write is. . .
64. What confuses me about math
65. The Conversation between Mr. Triangle and Ms. Circle
66. Secrets
67. What I'd like to give people for Christmas
67. My responsibilities
68. Cars
69. How It Feels to Win/Lose
70. I'm thankful for. . .
71. The valentine I'd like to send/receive
72. Kindness
73. Mirrors
74. The first thing I remember. . .
75. The door was locked and I couldn't find the key. . .
76. Inside the cave
77. My Hero
78. No one would believe me when. . .
79. I wish I was there when. . .
80. What My Best Friend and I Have in Common
81. Something people usually don't notice about me is. . .
82. If I was a crayon. . .
83. My Life as a Pencil
84. What Do You Mean the Next Stop Is Hell?
85. Who filled the pool with strawberry jello?
86. How to eat an apple
87. How to dribble a basketball
88. How to do a somersault
89. How to drink with a straw
90. How to snap your fingers
91. How to jump rope
92. How to make a paper airplane
93. How to whistle
94. You are a small animal at a historical event. Tell what is happening.
95. What an alphabet journal entry 26 sentences long with each sentence starting with the alphabet letter as it appears in sequence.
96. Make a list of all the words that are related to or describe heat. Write a story about Texas in the summer using these words.
97. Places you like
98. Places you dislike
99. TV shows you like
100. TV shows you dislike
101. Sports events you enjoy
102. Sports events you don't enjoy
103. Automobiles you like
104. Things you have never owned, but like.
105. Things you would never own and never want
106. Foods you like to eat
107. Food you strongly dislike to eat
108. Restaurants you like and dislike
109. Sounds you like and dislike
110. Smells you like and dislike
111. Places you have never been to, but want to go to
112. People you don't know, but would like to know
113. Things you have never done, but would like to do (conduct an orchestra, etc.)
114. What if school was in session 6 days a week?
115. What if teachers were paid as much as professional baseball players?
116. What if our school classes only went until noon each day?
117. What are all the things you can think of that come in pairs?
118. List things that give protection, such as a turtle's shell, seat belt, etc.
119. Describe a friend who is NOT in the room.
120. I Did Something Really Nice
121. Observe at least 5 things you see happen on your way home from school. Write about them.
122. Write the directions to a favorite place (home, restaurant, ice cream shop, etc.) from the school parking lot.
123. Imagine that a close friend has lost something very valuable. It might be a ring, a pet, a key--something that must be found. How would you help him/her find it? What would you do? Would you be able to find it?
124. Write about a time when you were "sweating it," a time when you were very nervous.
125. How a classroom sounds
126. How a puppy feels
127. How a flower smells
128. How a sunset looks
129. The baby was sad because. . .
130. How an ice cube tastes
131. What might a curb and a car tire talk about?
132. What might a shoe and a sock talk about?
133. What might a cup and saucer talk about?
134. What might thunder and lightning talk about?
135. What might a cloud and the wind talk about?
136. A typical day in the school cafeteria
137. Things to Do When You Are Bored
138. What are the "in" places in town?
139. Write about an "ideal day."
140. A Time I Was in Trouble
141. The Saddest Day of My Life
142. What I Would Change About My School
143. What I Would Change About My World
144. The Perfect Pet
145. What Makes a Person Nice
146. My Biggest Gripe
147. What I Like About Being a Kid
148. Where Would I Go in a Time Machine
149. What Courage Means to Me
150. A Special Gift in My Life
151. My Relationship with God
152. How to tie a shoe
153. How to eat an apple
154. How to do a somersault
155. How to whistle
156. How I would like to have changed this school year
157. Tell about a time when someone has been kind to you.
158. Tell about your favorite childhood book and explain what you like about it.
159. Explain how to make your favorite sandwich.
160. Why do some people seem ashamed to share their beliefs with others?
161. Describe dinner time at your house
162. Give advice to a new student who will start school here next year.
163. I'll never forget the day ______(teacher's name) did __________
164. Your mom desires your respect and attention. Are there places you can take her for an evening to show her your appreciation?
165. Some of the richest times in your life can come from your quiet thinking and/or praying alone time. Discuss these times in your life.
166. How do you think a person finds out the best plan for his/her life?
167. Review the last movie you saw.
168. Describe the best ice cream and tell why you feel that way.
169. What is an experience you would hate to repeat?
170. What is the ideal age to be? Why?
171. Do you accept yourself as you are, or would you like to be someone else?
172. Answer this question," Have I in any way done something that has hurt my parents?"
173. What chores at home do your parents expect you to do?
174. What part of the newspaper do you read first, and why?
175. "A wise person learns from the mistakes of others." Do you agree?
176. "How I think will determine how I live." Do you agree or disagree? Explain
177. "If I'm not as close to God as I used to be, who moved?"
178. What are your plans for the summer?
179. Describe a typical day for you in the summer.
180. Describe a summer thunderstorm.
181. Describe the plight of an animal caught in a forest fire.
182. Tell abut a ride on the most exciting amusement park ride you have ever ridden.
183. Write about an Old West shoot-out in the streets of a western town
184. How might an astronaut feel who discovers that he/she will have to return to earth early because of a rocket malfunction?
185. Describe the actions of a person who has just hit his or her thumb with a hammer.
186. Describe the feeling of being chased in a dream.
187. Tell about the moment when a person realizes that he or she has forgotten to do a major assignment that is due today.
188. Describe the actions of an athlete in the final moments of a close contest when he or she makes a winning (or losing) shot, play, move, or effort.
189. Describe the action between a predator and its prey at the moment of attack
190. Describe the motions of a ballet dancer.
191. Describe a headache to someone who has never had one.
192. What is a rainbow?
193. Why are leaves green?
194. When and how did we become a country?
195. What classes should you take in high school?
196. How are the professional sports teams doing in this city?
197. Has a parent ever told you that you waste your time? How could you manage time better?
198. What is the best place to get pizza in your town? What makes it so good?
199. What do fuchsia and mignonette have in common?
200. How is a skiff like a lugger?
201. What is the same about a coracle and a raft?
202. How many ways can you serve a potato?
203. What are some uses for peach pits?
204. How can your town or church honor senior citizens?
205. Are you planning to go on any missions trips with your church youth group?
206. What games can you play with 3 people?
207. Name as many uses for ice cubes as you can.
208. What can you do to recycle old calendars?
209. What does this mean: "I was furious but I held my tongue."
210. Explain this idiom: "After the accident, things were touch and go."
211. How do you think this idiom got started: "Will you lend me a hand?"
212. Choose a fairy tale. Imagine how it might read as a news article in today's
newspaper.
213. You are doing morning announcements. Write an announcement about a surprise party for your coach.
214. It isn't fair. . .
215. Secrets
216. Write a note to a teacher.
217. Write about some compliments people have given you.
218. Write about some compliments you have given others recently.
219. Write about the taste of peanut butter, how it smells, and how it looks.
220. Create a menu from a fictitious restaurant and describe the entrees.
221. It was as clear as a bell
222. He (or she) was as stubborn as a mule.
223. He (or she) is as quiet as a mouse.
224. What would you do with a polyglot?
225. What would you do with a bairn?
226. What would you do with a dirigible?
227. How could a vector be harmful to a rector?
228. Could a lapidary play leapfrog in a lyceum?
229. Could you keep ice cream in a calabash?
230. "A good name is more desirable than great riches." Proverbs 22:1
231. "There is a time to plant and a time to uproot." Ecclesiastes 3:2
232. The day of graduation is close at hand
233. The dispute over comic books. Are they good or bad?
234. Should grocery stores continue to throw away good food each day?
235. How would you feel as a passenger in a space ship on the way to the Moon?
236. How can you make friends?
237. What farm machines have you ever seen? Describe them.
238. How should we raise money to support a middle school newspaper?
239. How do you like frozen food? Tell about some you have tried.
240. Everyone feels rejected by family or friends at some point. Tell about one such time.
241. Do you ever have trouble doing your history homework? Tell about it.
242. Tell how you could have avoided some accident, bump, or bruise.
243. Pick out any appliance in your home and write about how it works.
244. I remember the stiffness in my jaw from my last dentist's appointment when he. . .
245. Why I use my particular brand of toothpaste every morning
246. Are horses obsolete?
247. Dating on a dime
248. How do scientists and police now work together?
249. How do "clothes make the man" or "clothes make the woman" ?
250. Catching those "few extra winks" in the mornings
251. Do you ever "eat on the run"? Explain.
252. How to pack efficiently for a trip
253. The struggle to eat neatly while in the car or on a plane
254. The art of babysitting
255. The faces in the subway (train, plane, bus) are stamped by the heel of life
256. Could your dad have been a pirate? What characteristics does he have that would fit one?
257. How do you keep your teachers happy?
258. Describe Saturdays at your house.

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I just took this picture of Dori. We are quite simply in AWE, because she got up on the sofa today.

If you haven't read the posts about our Rescue Dog, you wouldn't know that we have had her for 5 months and she lives in fear. She will not leave her kennel/bed unless we have connected the leash to her collar to take her for a walk. She has never just explored the house. She doesn't exist as a dog. For example, she doesn't sniff around like dogs do, not even to decide where to do her business. She just does her business, sometimes without stopping to squat.

My husband, Superman, says this proves she is MY dog. She is laying in the spot where I sit, so, I'm sure it probably smells like me. That is all my current knitting works in progress behind her in that corner.

When she first did it, I got so excited I'm sure it freaked her out. I didn't get excited with my voice, I watch Cesar 'Dog Whisperer' Millan, I know better. I tried to touch her to say it was OK, but she freaked out and took off. When she got back up there, I ignored it totally, but walked around the house and kept an eye on her. Dad gave her a treat. Later when she got comfortable and laid down, I took her kennel blanket and covered her hoping that tells her that is is good and OK.

I'm sure there's more to come, but, it felt like a little bit of a breakthrough.