Today is Briton's birthday, so I made him
Neither my mood nor my mindset has changed. Life continues to be a slog. I surrendered to the "I-just-want-to-be-in-bed" thing for a couple of days. I've read Twinnie's book, and can truly recommend it. I won't drop any clues but will say it does feature some familiar names. When I've forced myself to do some knitting, it's been familiar or easy Mostly I've told myself I had to move, then resented having to move. This has got to give.
I'm still wrestling with computer woes. Did you ever feel like there's nothing in your life that's working as it should? And you can't think of any way(s) to make things right again? And that, even if you could think of something, you just don't have the energy to take action?
All I really want to do is go to and stay in bed. Which is never a good sign for me.
Saturday, I discovered that I had been signed out of almost every website that I use regularly. Passwords that have been stored on a password-managing site were not working. Passwords that could be scrounged from memory were not working. Sites that offered "help" said that password reset links could be sent to registered e-mail addresses. Do you see the problem there?
I couldn't get to my e-mails either.
Result: lots of pounding and slamming of things, which, oddly, did nothing at all to ease my frustration or solve the problem.
I opened, then closed, a new Facebook account. Weirdly, it's the loss of Facebook that has gnawed at me the most, despite thinking for months that I shouldn't continue to "support" the site. Perhaps The Universe has taken care of that for me.
Obviously, I managed to get back here. My e-mail account seems to be okay, too. Since most of you who read this are also Facebook followers of mine, just know that you can still reach me if you want to.
It's all so infuriating. Not quite that I can't live without computers, but that it can go so sideways so easily. Also, there's the nagging suspicion that there is something very simple that could be done to solve all this, and I don't know what it is.
But with only one photo. Sorry.
When it's time for us to go on a walk, as he jogs down the hallway, he barks. I used to think he saw someone or something out the door, but have come to believe he's announcing that we're on our way.
"Hey, if anyone's out there, just know that we are coming and I will bark at you."
Before he allows me to put his leash on, he must find the cats. If they aren't in their "regular" places, he goes straight to checking out their Places B and /or C. Once he has eyes on both of them, I can hook him up and we can head out.
"All my charges are accounted for. We can proceed."
Will he now prance out into the wide world? Not so fast. Once on the porch, he goes back and forth to the edges, looking in all directions. Can I keep him from making his rounds? Maybe, but if he isn't ready to move, he will bow that neck and plant. When he's satisfied that there's no immediate threat, he will come over and lightly boop my shin with his nose, and we can go.
"Mom, honestly, what's your rush? Don't you value your safety?"
After business is concluded outside and treats have been received inside, he will usually de-brief with Madeleine, which most often looks like this:
It's been a wet week here. Contrary to how most people seem to feel about rain, I continue to love it. There's something about all the gray that makes me feel snuggled and cozy. The downside to this type of weather, though, is my severe sinus headaches. Still, even with those,
The moment he saw what was ahead of us:
He scared the vulture off the poor armadillo coming and going. He's been strutting around the place ever since.
Today is Briton's birthday, so I made him Eggplant Parmesan. (And let me state for the record how I loathe dipping things in eggs to ...
