sad

I guess when people are sad they just feel like blabbing about it.  Which is what I’m doing.  So I’m sad mainly because a very close friend’s dad is dying.  And he’s so wonderful.  He reminds me of my own dad with his tender way of relating to his kids/grandkids.  He is a true patriot and the perfect friend.  He could make someone on death row smile and be thankful just to be alive.  You meet him once and it’s like you can see his heart beating outside his chest, but really it’s more like dancing than beating.  He wakes up in the middle of the night missing his kids even if they’re in the same house so he’ll go lie down with them.  And sometimes he just starts out in their bed knowing he’ll end up there anyway.  He takes kids on trips to D.C. who would NEVER get to go ANYWHERE.  He welcomes visitors, cherishes stories and adores food.  He is someone to emulate and revere.  I’m crushed that he would ever have to feel any pain and that his family would have to watch it.  Knowing him, I can’t help but have the utmost hope that he isn’t dying at all … he’s just going through this terrible phase so he can be even more grateful for life and healthier when he gets through it.

laborious day

I seem to be suffering from all kinds of withdrawal, the latest being from sleep.  I have this cold that won’t go away and I’ve been up since 1:30 a.m. after going to bed at 11:30 p.m.  So I’ve been doing dishes, laundry, answering Ben’s phone that hasn’t stopped ringing since he got home from work at 3:30 a.m.  I’ve also been cuddling with Lugnut, Crosby and Bear.  You’ve heard of Lugnut, but I recently began fostering dogs from our animal shelter because they’re so overcrowded.  Crosby has a bad case of heartworms so he was next on the list to be put down … he’s just too sweet for that to happen.  Then they called me about Bear yesterday.  Apparently he was irritating his owner to the point the owner thought it necessary to beat him with a 2×4.  Yeah, relocate to Harrison!  I’ve made friends with the too-nice-for-her-own-good shelter director and she says that Harrison is like a third world country when it comes to animal treatment.  And she’s worked in many shelters across the states.  She told me last night that people here would rather shoot or drown their dogs than get them spayed/neutered.  This is just not the kind of thing you want to hear about your beloved hometown.  Maybe I just need a cause.  Or a nap.