The weekend has ended and it’s back to work for me. Mr. Vixen is over hanging out with Funsize, as MacDougal had to return to work today.
Moments just keep happening and we just take them as they wash over us, sometimes able to laugh along the way:
Mr. Vixen informs me he had a dream about Collin. Something about building a mantle-like shelf and other stuff, when he says “And the mantel looked so great with all of his rosemarys hanging from it.” Me: “His what?” Mr. Vixen: “You know, his rosemarys.” Me: “Collin had herbs hanging from his mantle?!” Mr. Vixen: “No. The rosmarys, the one you gave him, the one you gave MacD, the ones he was baptised with. Those ones.” Me: “You mean rosaries?” Mr. Vixen: “Yeah, that’s what I said. His rosmarys.”
I gave our Basset Hound a bath and took her out front to brush her. Of course, my little neighbor D (now six!) comes over to rub her belly as usual. Also as usual, she has many questions. D: “So, when Gwennie was a little baby dog, was she a Chihuahua or a puppy?”
At mass on Sunday (Nannygoat was very, very concerned about how the sweet, but excitable Ladybug would behave at her first time to mass) Ladybug is so quiet and thoughtful and generally surprised everyone (except me!) with her good behavior. At one point she scooted down the aisle to sit with me and I whispered to her, “You are being such a good little girl. So quiet and well-behaved. I am sooo proud of you. I love you so much.” To which Ladybug whispers back, “Yea… Grama do you have any apple juice?”
I am hoping that tomorrow I can post some awards I received (some recently and some long, long, long ago).
Happy Monday, all.