Growing Hope - The Gratefulness Thread

Walking Honey felt good today, the weather was warm. I'm thankful for the nice spring day. I took the dog out in the yard with my bare feet touching the grass. It's still dry and dormant, but the first signs of leafing out on the southernmost portion of the landscaping, a bush was unfurling its leaves. The new lilac bush by the front was just starting to form tight buds.

The highlight of my day other than the weather was buying a packet of stamps at the grocery store. So nothing new to call my network about and share. Just the in's and out's of everyday life.
-Work
-Continuing Education
-Trying to stay focused and stay in front of the household duties

Tonight I was eager to get out of the house. The long winter sudden shift to spring in the air had me longing to drive and do something. Anything really. I'm thankful that my mom was cooking, and offered me to stop by for a bit. I didn't stay long and even though we've all had our vaccine's we still socially distanced. On the drive home along the *mod edit* route, I was awestruck by the moon rise on the Eastern horizon in the middle of my windshield. It was amazing. It took up most of the sky in the distance.

According to my moon app, it was only at 95%, but awesome in all its glory on the horizon. It made me feel better about my pickup line that had autocorrected. I was working to set plans for tonight. He'd said, "You are a persistent little gal.." I replied "I am:) The question is, are you into that?" He said, "Of course. It's been a while" I attempted to persuade my audience with a promise to only "commit to thirty minutes." When I pressed to send the message, the text sent to him said, "I promise to only vomit to thirty minutes."

Autocorrect foiled my potential plans.

I still haven't heard back from the man since the terrible autocorrected typo. Apparently, he didn't find it funny. Technology is great; when it works. At least he has yet to delete or end the conversation. I tried to explain it was autocorrect at its worst, but I'm afraid I spooked him. Instead, I plan to work on my material for the comedy *mod edit* group and my planned revision time and creative workshop sessions later this week.

Tonight I'm thankful for my dog Honey. She is so loyal, that she won't even walk away from my car with the vet tech without me getting out to walk with her. She refused to leave my car, eventually, the vet tech asked me to help (even though the sign explicitly says "Do not leave your car.") Honey made me so proud of how she waits for me and only me to walk with her. None of the other dog owners had the distinction of being their pets only trusted other.

Then when I turned to leave her at the front doors with the tech, all the other pet owners watched as she slipped from her collar to escape the vet tech. The other pet owners saw her run into my arms as I caught her before she found her way to the massive intersection with 3 lanes headed in every direction. From the warmth of their cars with their headlights shining towards us, I was thankful I caught her, but I wished I hadn't worked from home today. My outfit and shoe choice was questionable at best, and my cotton hem fluttered in the breeze, I'd skipped the tights, and my wool coat had half the dogs shedding hair clinging to the fabric. Another nice spring day was cooling off from the sunset.

I hope Honey's treatment goes well tomorrow. It's too quiet without her here to guard her spot outside my door. I miss her grumbling growl at every headlight that pulls by the house and her intense show of defense against pedestrians who dare walk by. Tonight, there is only Buddy's faint snoring and the distant rumble of the train rolling along the edge of the prairie sounding its horn, as usual.

Earlier, I read Joan my article, a submission for an online publication. She thought it was amazing but then again she's my friend. It was going great until my teenager came in to ask, "what's for dinner?" I realized it was almost 8 pm Central time. By the time I finished cooking it was almost 9. Late-night for dinner. There are leftovers.

Tonight I took my daughter to the super Target and Trader Joe's. I am grateful that they had what we needed in stock. Cleaning supplies, dog food, breakfast, lunch, snack, and fruits and veggies, and some chicken. Tonight is trash night so I went around and found all the trash cans and took out the garbage to the curb for when Mr. Jinx comes by. My trash collector said he likes home-baked food and treats that time I had over 20 bags of leaves from my dozen trees, and he knocked on the door to let me know the max is 6 bags, but I'm lucky because he is my trash man, and he planned to take all of them. He and the other trucks usually roll into the neighborhood early, like 7 am. This evening I'm on top of things. The bins are at the curb. I won't have to run with the giant rolling recycling bin and household refuse in my sleepwear barefoot to the curb. I wonder how many other moms have a relationship with the trash service where they'll pause in the neighborhood if the bins aren't out and purposefully compact the load in front of the house, giving me the precious seconds to get down and get the bins to the curb. I'm grateful for the disposal service, Mr. Jinx, and his colleagues because I really don't like managing the routine with the garbage. I really need to learn to become more organized and keep my household in better order. Until that happens, I'm thankful for the city waste management department, and the kindness of hard-working strangers.

Today... I brought Honey home from the vet. Thankfully the vet said she handled the treatment well. Then helped her out of the car and back into the house. Pulled the bins back into the garage. And my daughter played ball with the neighborhood kids at the hoop on the island cul de sac. I got to work all day with my window open in my office den. I still am sitting with the window open exploring and listening to music, including doja cat "say so".

Someone is ringing the bells at the catholic church nearby. It's 9:00 pm.

Glad to hear your doggie did well!

Hey Snaga,
Thanks for the reply! It was a relief. Now I just have to give her tons of steroids over the next month to help her tolerate the preventive treatment.
Sunny

Oh that's a shame- pills I suppose? A couple of my furbabies have to have occasional steroid shots, and one vet has warned that if it becomes a habit, pills are safer in the long run.

Poor thing is so thirsty, she drinks a bucket of water in a matter of a few hours! That reminds me I need to set up the calendar for the reminders to give her all the steroids on time. I'm bummed that I'll have to go back into the office while she's still weening off her pills/steroid medication. Talk about a mess. If I don't take her out every hour, it's a disaster. And my daughter has to go back to full-time school too... But at least the dog is on her way to mending, and we'll be out of the house and "back to work/school" almost like normal?

Poor thing but at least she's going to be getting better, yes?