Last week, with insufficient warning to step in for her, my sister let me know her health wasn’t allowing her to type anything for her post. I did grapple with the idea of me substituting for her, which I have done before, but my brain was stubbornly stuck on the idea that I didn’t have to write anything for another week.
That and I’d had absolutely nothing happen to inspire even a germ of an idea.
Most of my posts are retelling something that happened in my house, usually something funny. The antics of a furry family member, or something someone living here did or said. Occasionally, it’s a description of some event or another that has taken place in here.
Then there is the stream of thought post where I randomly type for about an hour whatever comes to mind. Those probably happen more times than I care to admit. Most often weeks like this one where I not only have had nothing spark an idea, but also there has been little going on around here.
My days generally start with my daughter’s little guy wanting to cuddle with me. We assume he wants to be here because I move around far less than my daughter does.
I spend most of my days sitting on my bed, generally on my tech, though sometimes I do pull out one of my books to read. There are also the occasions when I pull out a craft to do. (Lately it’s generally a crocheting project.) The point is, I’m not getting up and down a lot, so he can snuggle without me moving away all the time.
Then there is my daughter.
In the morning, she brings little guy into my room than starts her day. This includes turning on lights, opening curtains, and sitting herself up on the end of the sofa with whatever tech or crafts she plans on doing that day, or books she plans to read. But she doesn’t sit still all day.
Between her sessions sitting she will pace or skip the hallway. It is such a regular occurrence that I warn all visitors not to enter the hallway without first checking both ways because she could very easily come flying past without notice. And yes, when she is skipping I literally mean flying past. She goes fast enough to create a breeze.
Then between sitting and skipping, she is constantly getting up to do chores.
She has, all on her own, decided that to keep our house clean she must do the chores I cannot do, which means all floor maintenance is her responsibility. I know how to sweep and mop, and could probably still do it, but doing so always wrecks my back for at least a couple of days. This means I cannot do this chore daily and with all the dogs we have, plus a couple of men that are constantly going out back, our floors need daily sweeping and at least weekly mopping.
My back also prevents me from scrubbing the bathroom, so she is regularly doing that or forcing her brother to.
Now these aren’t the only reasons she moves around.
She also spends time everyday making sure our plants are well cared for and getting enough sunlight. Then on top of all that she gets up every two or three hours to get some more food. I think the only one of the seven hobbit mealtimes she doesn’t get something to eat is the last one. But then, unlike hobbits, she isn’t getting large mounds of food. Usually, it’s little more than a snack.
In other words, she wisely eats only enough to satisfy her hunger, whenever she is hungry. I should be more like her.
There are times her little guy does snuggle with her during the day, but often that is when we are all sitting down at the table for dinner. He gets rather upset if he cannot spend that time in her lap. Fortunately, unlike our other dogs, he is under ten pounds and generally not in her way while he is sleeping in her lap. Him being in her lap sleeping has the effect of preventing her from getting up and down all the time.
We’re not at all sure why he wants to spend his days snuggled with someone. Perhaps a warm body, or maybe he simply doesn’t want to be alone for any amount of time. That would explain him being loudly insistent on being in my daughter’s lap while we are eating.
I personally think the main issue with little guy; is he is also very old. Between his health, and his age, we’re lucky he’s still alive. Pushing 17 is very old especially for a little dog like him.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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