Saturday, April 19, 2008
School was out and it was beach time.
No matter that it was 40 degrees, away we went.
My friend Paula , the most courageous woman I know, who threw a secure life in Atlanta to the winds to make a nest by the bay in Florida, has been having hard financial times.Starting a new job with a dead car is not easy.
So we were able to roll up with four good wheels, good will and groceries in the nick of time.
Paula, Stephanie, Dana , Stacey and me...we are each other's bankers, psychologists, mixologists, strong backs and loving arms , as needed....So the tribe gathered....
Mariah was horrified at the idea of working while Caitlin and I were off, so she came too.
My niece Holley appeared at just the right time and hopped on board.
I t was so relaxing..
.long talks....long walks....enjoying the kids as grown up friends now.
I loved the fact that our kids all stayed with us and didn't do the drunken condo scene...we are the fun moms! I love getting to know people I loved as children as adults.
If you enjoy your kids while they are little, you won't have to wonder where they are when they are older.and I know that it's never too late to have a happy childhood...even if you're riding on the coat tails of the one you made for someone else.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Mariah brought her to us.
The woman she belonged to
bought her for breeding purposes .
She drove all the way from CO to AL
with the 6 week old puppy
shut up in a garbage can.
Mariah stole her out of the car at a rest stop.
She met me at the door with her.
"oh, no", I said, "we have too many animals."
"okay", said Mariah,
"hold her a minute and I'll find her a home"
I picked her up,
all blonde and frightened
and big as my hand.
"Put the phone down"I said.
and she was ours.
or we were hers.
She was so scared at first.
She bit everyone who got near her.
A blanket thrown on the floor
would send her into hysterical barking.
But Tom took her everywhere he went,
carried her in his jacket
and she learned
to be petted
to wag her nub of a tail
to love us all
but to worship Tom
as the center of her universe.
She made every step he made.
When he had to leave her,
she perched on the back of the couch
listening for his steps.
She still bit him when he tried to groom her
or put medicine in her ears
or get her out of the car.
She was always her own dog
never did tricks
wouldnt' come to anyone but Tom
but she did love a party
never sat on the floor
always in a lap
slept next to Tom
and put her paw on him possessively
when I tried to wake him up.
when we knew the time had come
to say goodbye
Tom wouldn't let the vet tech take her
and she bit him one last time
when the needle went in
but she forgave him
and licked his hand
looked into his eyes
and left us.
She went everywhere with Tom
and he went with her as far as he could.