Many people were out and about today, grilling, celebrating our freedom, trying not to catch their hair on fire, marching in parades, grooming beloved pets, playing the tuba (wink wink), or working hard to protect everyone else. None of that was me. Or my Grand Dog.
Here is what my day was like, as it unfolded, beginning with the much-too-early-start (all of them), right up to now.
Unknown amount of time before 10:00 a.m. ~ The cop who lives in my house gathers all that is necessary for HIS day, standing in front of the closet, while Max supervises from his position of a relaxed sprawl across my mid-section. I am mostly still sleeping.
Some minutes after 10:00 a.m. ~ An alarm blares. It is NEAR my head, and yet, is not my alarm. Obviously I am the only person in the house, because otherwise this racket would have stopped by now. I flail around for a few minutes (confusing Max) and determine it’s Dan’s clock radio. I stab a few buttons until it stops making noise. Max and I go back to sleep.
More minutes after 10:00 a.m. ~ Max leaps from the bed (keep in mind that I told you all how our bed is an old-fashinoned-bag-of-water Water Bed), and launches himself at the sliding glass window (which is covered in vertical blinds, so how the fuck he EVER knows what’s out there is beyond me, daily). Max barks, I ignore him.
10:30 -something a.m. ~ Clock radio which is NOT mine goes off again. Max has stopped barking and returned to his other job of sleeping on me while simultaneous cutting off all circulation to my legs. We are both bothered by this new interruption. I yank the cord from the wall. Noise stops. We sleep.
11:40-ish ~ Max is once more jettisoned from the bed causing a minor tsunami, but I ignore him. He feels this is wrong, so after barking furiously and shoving the plastic slats around noisily, he jumps onto my back and begins licking my ear. If he could talk he’d be saying “Nana! Danger! Wake up!” But he can’t, so he launches back over to the door and barks in that direction. Eventually he must get back on the bed, because the next thing I know my REAL alarm is going off and I can no longer feel my feet, someONE’S dead weight has returned.
1:23 p.m. ~ We leave the bed. I open the blinds and look right into the eyes of a small deer who is standing on our back slab next to one of my neighbor’s cats. Max flings himself at the window, returning to his previous barking frenzy (this time he’s most likely saying ”see?! Forgawdsakes Nana, I TOLD YOU!“). We all, those of us not barking, just stand and look at each other. I walk away.
2:00 -ish ~ Bike ride (after card draw and vitamin/supplement/water ingestion. For me, not Max. He had breakfast earlier and needs to stay home to hold down the living room couch while I’m gone).
3:00 -ish ~ Text exchange with my son. Max and I go outside, pull weeds and tidy up the Fairy Walk, alternating with some sitting and reading time. Get a message from Dan, he opened and closed the parade but now has to take a woman to jail. (Loooooong story, he knows who she is and everyone has sort of been looking for her.)
4:30 -ish ~ Empress arrives home, gathers Max and leaves again. I almost finish my weeding.
5:00 -ish ~ Get a text from Dan, he has left the jail and is going to Mayberry so he can get the paperwork done. I move along to more homework reading.
6:00 -ish ~ Sit down to not-my-computer and don’t organize photo files (but DO delete the duplicates).
7:45 -ish ~ Dan gets home, tells me about his day. Has a snack.
8:30 p.m. ~ I make Daniel go take a nap because we went to bed at the same time last night (this morning, whatever) and no matter what my day was like, or how irritatingly it began, I was NOT out dealing with the general public like he was, on duty and in uniform.
Happy 4th!
(Yes, that IS a “Christmas” Tree dog toy.
Your point?!)
Our message today is a bit of a play on words, with a moderately disturbing illustration. The underlying meaning is worthwhile though.
“Move ~
Guardian Angel
This is a message about moving – most likely it means that you will soon be moving to a new home. You’ve been considering the possibility, and this is a validation of that idea. The angels will help you locate a wonderful new home and assist with the details of leaving your present location. Give any worries about this issue to Heaven; and have faith that the finances, family concerns, and other issues will be taken care of.
This is also a message about moving your body more. The angels ask you to create movement in your life through physical motion. You can do this by swaying or dancing to music, exercising, hiking outdoors, playing with your children, and so on.
All of this movement helps you make a fresh start. It ushers in wonderful new people, experiences, and opportunities, so give any worries that you may have about making these changes to God and your guardian angels.”
Max and I did our physical movements today, and we’d really like it if he and his girl could find the perfect place to re-locate. Everyone needs a sanctuary. And a place they can call Home.
(You subbed out those words in the definition that didn’t work for you right? Good.)
Today’s Deck:
Saints & Angels Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue
Sorry for your sleepus interruptus. I feel you as it is a constant condition with me. I find my loud white noise fan does help.
Sounds like you had a good day otherwise. Me, too. One of my kiddos and her family was here. (The other one has a major toothache thingy. Bless her dear heart.)
Then I had a relatively peaceful, quiet night at work.
Came back home and there was chocolate cake. With chocolate frosting. Need I say more>
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You needn’t.
Coming home from a kid visit to find that dessert would be like a dream come true.
J
1:50 a.m.
7-5-12
OMFG, your morning may have been irritating as hell for you, but you certainly made it entertaining for me! ROFLMAO! I didn’t do any of the grillin’, celebratin’, paradin’ stuff (though I do make it a point to try not to catch my hair on fire regularly, and quite successfully), but I did catch some fireworks shows: one in its entirety, fairly close, half of another, from afar, three-ish unpublicized, private, but obviously with professional-grade fireworks, accidentally, and then the random bottle rockets that sprout up seemingly everywhere. This was the first time in years that it was cloud-free (enough), here on the coast, to actually see the fireworks. For the last, oh, I don’t know, 6 years, or so, we have been treated to displays of pretty, lit-up, multi-colored clouds… having a clear 4th is an almost miraculous phenomenon.
I love fireworks… the environmental impact bothers me, but they are just so frickin’ awesome! And, they’re going to be lit off whether I’m there to see it, or not, so I might as well see it! I would love to design fireworks… the incredibly tedious precision required to attain one instant of brilliant artistry… that is right up my alley… but the environmental thing is most certainly not…
Maximum who-gives-a-fuck-what-holiday-it-is, I’m still ADORABLE! (Seriously, that dog, is just too cute!)
Heh… why, yes, Doreen’s “Move” is the perfect follow-up to yesterday’s Bull, reversed, as that is exactly what my lack of motivation is about… sigh. Hopefully this will bring good tidings for Emma, though! Fingers crossed!
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One year in Brookings we saw the most bizarre fireworks show, in the clouds. But it was on the beach, so I was good with that.
J
3:19 p.m.
7-5-12
I’m having a night of interruption like your morning. I finlly gave in and got up. It’s 4:30 am. I haaaaaatttttte nights like this! I don’t want to move house so I will take the message as move my ass. so today i will walk more. : )
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I ALWAYS want to move house, but it’s highly unlikely that will happen. So I’m with you, must just move around more.
Sorry for your no sleeping.
J
3:22 p.m.
7-5-12
Roben, how do you get exercise living in the heat of the desert? Do you go walking outside?
Move definitely refers to moving my body. Which is tougher in the summer when the temperature is in the 90s and the heat index (how hot it feels) reaches at least 10 degrees hotter if not more. (We’ve already had a day over 100 with a heat index of 120.) And the air quality sucks. So if I want to really walk, i have to drive 15-20 minutes to the mall, then 15-20 minutes back. Maybe I’ll turn on some tunes and dance at home in stead for 15 minutes or so (I’m working my way up).
My nod to the holiday yesterday was to have a couple of hot dogs for dinner.
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Doesn’t the apartment complex have air conditioning in the work-out room? Sometimes a short walk in the heat really helps us to appreciate a shaded spot or a cool breeze (if you guys HAVE any breezes there).
J
3:25 p.m.
7-5-12
Like Corina, I love fireworks. I know they really bother some people (because of dogs, or military implications, or noise/smoke, or whatever), but I figure it’s one night a year, and I love them. We’re up on a hill now, so in addition to the ones we set off ourselves, we could see them all around the valley. It was so cool, and the teenagers among us were having so much fun.
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Aw, your teenagers…. I miss the boys already.
From yesterday, yes, it made me feel MUCH better to know that your car and luggage are NOT all cleaned up yet,
thank you.
J
3:27 p.m.
7-5-12
I have sleep issues so I feel for your morning. I think I’ve had 2 real nights of sleep in 3 weeks.
Movement is for me to get back walking. I fell off the wagon.
Luuuuve fireworks. Hate the environmental issues, but so adore the show. I had to call my girl and tell her I missed her. This was our first fireworks without her.
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Celebrating things minus one kid is STILL so difficult for me. I may NEVER get over it. Good that you were able to, at least, speak with your girl. I got to see a truly wonderful picture on twitter from mine; it’s one I’ll need a copy of. I felt better after looking at it. (And texting with her.)
J
3:31 p.m.
7-5-12
Fine then I’ll move. I’ve actually been doing good at the daily exercise thing. But the girl has the opportunity to sleep in the next two days and so I told her to take it, two days…eh… no excuse for me though, so I guess I’ll get up and get moving. Dang!!
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Stomping ones foot while pouting could totally count,
if you needed it to.
J
3:38 p.m.
7-5-12
(I am a big fan of letting kids sleep in, good for you.)
No exercise today, lots of sleepus interruptus and the sun is shining. I fell off the wagon too, Will get back on the walking / biking, although I DID walk and bike a lot last weekend.
Taking Melatonin tonight, must get a full nights sleep.
Hope you have a perfect sleep tonight/tomorrow.
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“Perfect sleep” is what we ALL need (and deserve). Thanks, and same for you.
J
3:40 p.m.
7-5-12
You know, you need a new hat … a deerstalker.
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J
3:43 p.m.
7-5-12
Move, huh? Does going up and down and up and down the stairs trying to get organized and partly packed for vacation count? Tomorrow will be moving via car and then . . . . ta-da! The Beach!! I’ll post pictures and you will all be envious except that I’ll be there with 14 family members including my totally Southern and not in a good way sister-in-law.
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Oh, we’re GONNA be jealous.
Have fun, travel safe, and ENJOY!
J
9:39 p.m.
7-5-12
Fixin’ to move down the river tomorrow…in a raft. Moved in a parade yesterday…with a sousaphone. Hate those “interrupted sleep for no reason” kind of days. And if it was who I think it was, good job, Dan.
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It probably is exactly who you think it is. He had no choice, she was kind of in everyone’s way.
J
10:53 p.m.
7-6-12