‘Twas The Day After Christmas
…..and all through our home, the only critters stirring were the dogs and their bones.
Well, the bones themselves weren’t actually stirring, but between our Pug and my sister’s Pomeranian, there’s been a major bone of contention. They’re both spoiled rotten, and they’re both “only dogs” so they get plenty of loving attention at home. But put the two of them together, and you’ve got the cheapest entertainment on the planet! They chase each other round and round, play-fight, and then they REALLY fight—usually over a place on one of our laps.
Having a guest dog is a lot of fun, though. This morning I had two dogs greet me at the top of the stairs when I came up for breakfast—Louise’s dog makes friends easily, and she got attached to me within about 30 seconds after our first meeting at Louise’s apartment. However, resident dog Zinnia does NOT like to share the spotlight, and the emotion shows clearly on her little puggy face when any of us is caught petting Lulu.
Right now they’re both asleep on the sofa with my sister seated between them. Thankfully they’re pretty good about sharing the humans, but there’s always an undercurrent of jealousy, even on the part of little Lulu. Overall, however, it’s been really enjoyable, and of course now I want a second dog, even though it wouldn’t be smart to get one when we’re so unsettled as to whether we’re going to stay in the house we’ve lived in for almost eleven years or move closer to my work. We may have a hard time finding a place that’ll take even one dog, let alone two, and Zin may not appreciate it either, despite the fact that she makes a halfway decent hostess.
Yes, it’s been a great Christmas week, with plenty of love and laughter and waaay too much food. The pounds that accompanied my three-week Zyprexa adventure brought some friends with them, and now I want the holiday season to be over with so I don’t have to be tempted with cookies, candied yams, eggnog and other stuff I don’t usually eat. And once again, I’m thankful that Zyprexa is only a visitor in my life and not a year-round companion…..I swear I’d weigh 400 pounds if it were.
Speaking of which…..the way things have been for the past several weeks, it feels like my last bout with mania and then depression happened in the distant past, instead of only a couple of months ago. This is another reason why I’m glad I’ve stuck with this blog; it keeps me humble and reminds me that I can never relax my vigilance, because there WILL be future mood episodes and I need to be able to recognize the warning signs so I can take action before they get away from me.
Last night my son’s mother-in-law (who also follows the blog) told me she can always tell when I’m off my bird by the way I structure my sentences—she said I “zigzag” between subjects at a blinding speed, and she can almost hear me running off at the mouth. So I went back through some of my old posts from times when I was manic, and I was instantly embarrassed: some of that stuff is so tangential that even I can barely understand it!
Thus I thank you, Constant Reader, for following bpnurse and putting up with me when my thoughts are rocketing around the universe like a giant Ping-Pong ball. Happy Holidays, and may 2014 be better for all of us.