SIL clued me into coupons in yesterday’s paper for canning jars and lids, so after having Hubby bring home the paper (we normally don’t take it) I headed out to Wal-mart with coupons in hand. Now, a smidge more than an hour later, we are now back home with jars, lids and caps in hand. They didn’t have all of what we had coupons for, so I bought what I could with a resolve to put up preserves.
I will be heading down to Bro’s house Sunday, where SIL and I will play domesticated while Bro takes the kids out to shoot rockets, or whatever the day suggests they do. The kids LOVE doing this with Bro. Like many teenage boys, any chance to blow shit up is too good to pass up! We will be heading down there after our obligatory weekly run to the airport. Since Hubby is here today, I think I will be dropping him off then. Of course, he may be going somewhere in the next couple days and coming back then, I’m not sure and need to check the calendar.
One thing going on lately, that I’ve been doing my best to stay in denial about, is Indigo. She is 7, which for a Great Dane is getting up there in years. I watch her every day and have noticed more and more the degree of difficulty she is having just standing up after a nap. Despite how her old bones feel, she still manages to get up onto my bed to bask in the morning sun that comes through the window between 8 and 10. She only gets off the bed grudgingly later in the day when encouraged to get down so she can go outside. If she only walks a short distance she is ok, but any further than from the bedroom to the living room has her limping. Despite this she still goes nuts when she sees the leash. Pain is not enough to deter her from going for a walk, and possibly terrorizing all the squirrels in the neighborhood. Her eyesight is also beginning to deteriorate. While still bright, there is the hint of milkiness, and her behavior suggests that she is not seeing as well as she used to. She still looks OK physically, but it is her motions that tell me she is feeling her age. I know she is uncomfortable, and feeling pain more and more, but her quality of life is still good. She still has fun, and is showered by love which she generously returns ten fold. I know there is coming a day in which I will have to weigh whether or not to put an end to her pain, I don’t want to think about that today though. I just want to keep playing the part of Cleopatra, Queen of Denial.