Lost my Luck, but memory is sweet

Today I lost the streak of Luck which has orbited my life like a second moon for the last 10 years. (She had just finished doing my taxes, photo above. Bless her soul.)

My Lucky Dawg – who showed up on a cold winter night in 2007 – left us today, but she created hundreds of good memories and a warm feeling that will remain with me forever.  I think Teddy, Cajun and Tubby (my other meaningful departed furry friends were waiting to welcome her at the end of the “Rainbow Bridge” as she crossed over. Her human mother (me) could be heard in the background begging for her to come back. Continue reading

Cure for curmudgeons

 
As I continue waging the battle against aging, the thing I fear most is becoming a crotchety old curmudgeon who likes nothing and tells everyone he or she knows about all their dark views. Yes, women can become curmudgeons too and there is some evidence it is showing up in my daily interactions.
 
To wit: I toured a beautiful home in Tennessee recently which was picture perfect. Truly. We hadn’t gotten out the door good when we began listing all the tackiness we could spot.  “Could you believe they had an ashtray in the coffee table – An ashtray for Pete’s sake!” 

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