People are Nuts.

Rick had a very full day of estimates on Saturdays.
We don't work on Saturdays but sometimes we need to do estimates on those days when we are busy.

I had reconfirmed all the estimates with everyone the day before.
Rick is anal retentive about being on time so I warned them. 
Most of the people will laugh and they find it refreshing that a contractor comes at a time they state they will come. Most is the operative word here.

Rick arrived at his 3rd appointment on time at 10:00 AM
Someone peered out the blinds and then quickly closed them and did not answer the door. Then he rang the bell again. They peered out the of the blinds and when he saw them they quickly closed them. He went to his truck and called the person. She did not answer, he left her a voicemail. He got back out of his truck at 5 past the hour and rang the bell and knocked again. He waited and no one came to the door. He put his business card in the door and left and went on to his next appointment.

Later in the day while I was cleaning my office I saw that I had a voicemail and I saw this customers name on the caller ID that Rick said wouldn't answer the phone. Then I opened work email and saw her email saying that she saw Rick's card on her door but she was out back trimming hedges and must not have heard him with her electric hedge trimmer going. Hmm.....

First of all, if you know he is coming at 10 am would you not be using your electric tools and wait until he leaves? Then who was it that was peering out the window? It was a woman but since we don't know what she looks like we don't know that it was her I suppose.  It was all so weird and something just wasn't right.

I wrote back stating that Rick was indeed there at our scheduled appointment time of 10 AM. He did see someone peering through the blinds each time he rang the bell but no one would open the door. He told me he called you and left a voicemail message as well.

She wrote back that she was out back so it must have been the wrong house. She got his voicemail and the card left in the door.
When she told me he must have been at the wrong house I played along. I asked if it is the house where the card was left. She said yes.
(I know how do you not laugh at her? it wasn't easy) 
The door was next to the window where there was a person looking out at him.  Gee that's odd. She wrote back, it is odd, isn't it? I'm glad I couldn't see her or I'd have laughed.

They go through a lot to lie to us. I don't get it. You didn't want the appointment then say so. Don't waste our time. Or as she wrote to me, she didn't want to "waist" Rick's time.

Rick said this place was a scary "shit hole" was his exact quote and he doesn't care if we don't do this job. It had to be bad if this is what he said because we go to and do some really horrific places.  He doesn't normally comment unless it is horrific. 
For example.
How do you feel clean taking a bath/shower here?
Yep, and it's not even a really bad one. 

I'll leave you with this picture I saw this morning.

Who knew there were bones in bananas? 
I know there's something dirty to say here but I am restraining myself.

'Eye' can see you now

Hi, Blogger Buddies.
It's almost Friday. Here are some random things happening in my world.

My eye - oh boy, my eye.
After seeing my doctor last time he wanted me off the steroids and then decided I must have this other disease. I am sick to death having all this stuff done to me when I know I don't have it, don't have the symptoms and I think he is stretching here. But he thinks nothing of making me spend thousands on a wild goose chase.  I have Uveitis. It's an inflammatory disease of the eye. 
He told me I had Uveitis. He said it was common with autoimmune diseases as I have. When I mentioned the cost of all this he said in an arrogant way, Yes, I see your deductible is high. That is what happens when you want a low monthly payment. I said I didn't think $480 was low for 1 person a month. He said, "well I guess it's all relative now isn't it?" 
Yes, it is you ignorant arrogant prick.

When I asked if the mass had completely disappeared he wouldn't give me an answer to which I said, "why can't you answer me?" I was ignored and much more but too long to go into.
I was also fed up.
So....I called another eye doctor whose website said he dealt with Uveitis.
He took my insurance and that too was important so I made the appointment
When I called I told them I wanted a 2nd opinion and what I had.
A few days before my appointment I called to reschedule due to Izzy's doctor's schedules. We discussed again my reason for going to see Dr. C. 2nd opinion on Uveitis etc.  Today was my appointment at 2:30 pm.    

The doctor's office called me this morning at 11:45 am to tell me that this doctor does not specialize in Uveitis just works with it. I asked, "the difference is what exactly?" I was ignored again and told to call a Dr. Leigh who specializes in this.
WTF? They couldn't have said this to me when I made my appointment, or when it was repeated that I was going for a 2nd opinion when it was rescheduled? Damn it, damn it damn it! I rearranged Rick's schedule so he could be here so I could leave. Why is everyone so inept at their jobs? If I had never told them the reason for my appointment 2 times I could understand this mix-up, but there is absolutely no excuse for them doing this to me. I did say this to them but in a much nicer way. She just kept saying she was sorry. Then she gave me a doctor she said did specialize in Uveitis. I wanted to scream, don't be sorry, just do your job correctly but of course, I did not. I hung up the phone and had a hissy fit in private.

I had to pay to have my medical records from the 1st doctor sent to me - OR I could have them sent directly to the doctor for free. Of course, I choose free since I am still paying off all this medical shit.  I asked Dr. C's office at the time they were telling me they were canceling my appointment to fax me my medical records please and they did. No fight. Whew. I did not think they would do that.

I called Dr. Leigh's office and sat on hold for an eternity. When she returned I got an appointment for the next available opening. Not in the city I would prefer to drive to but it's an appointment and I am surely not going to quibble over that. I will see this doctor on Monday at 3:15p.  Hopefully, I will get some good news or at the very least, some direction on all of this.

In the mean time,
I found this picture of my father while cleaning up my office last night. 
(My office is a nightmare right now)
I just love this picture of him. He is so small and frail now so I love seeing him how I remember him. Always a cigar in his mouth and usually a drink. He only has the "stogie" here. This is at my Uncle Angelo's house. I'd love to know what year this is. I see my cousin Bob's graduation picture on the organ where sheet music should be. I am guessing this is 1969 or shortly thereafter. Bob graduated in '69 and my father was pretty chubby like this after my mom died for a couple of years. I so wish he was coherent enough to be able to tell us when this was. I just love seeing him all robust like this though. It is how I'd like to remember him. 

Leaks, Sleepy and Angry

A few years back while my sister was visiting we went shopping. I liked this and she bought it for me. We both thought it was a decorative plate type thing.
But it's actually a vase. Silly us.

I had cut some flowers from my yard and put them in the vase. When I turned around there was a pile of water all over the island. Hmm....
So apparently this bad boy sprung a leak. Rick says he can fix it. Not sure how that will be done but I can't wait to see it.

I feel like my Izzy girl has lost her spirit since this surgery. Makes me sad.
I know she needs to sleep a lot to recover but it's crazy how much she is sleeping.
This is where you'll find her most days in the kitchen area by the fireplace. It's right under an air conditioning vent and she loves the cold blowing on her. This ole gal just ain't what she used to be and it saddens me so. Never had a dog this long so I assume at the ripe old age of 8.5yrs may have something to do with this too. Sort of like me, I no longer have all the energy and fearless fun spirit I used to have either. She is almost as old as me now, poor thing. But she hasn't lost her looks.

A friend sent me this picture because she thought it was very us. Now that is a grab and go meal for me.

The drama continues with our employee Gary. Honestly, I don't understand why this grown ass man can't get it together. He is so damn good at his job, but it appears that is about it. He has so much drama and I don't get why he doesn't leave as he says he wants to. He can afford it. He lives in a toxic environment with the baby mama who has nothing to do with the baby. That is all his responsibility. She even goes out of town for a week or more and never considers taking the baby. Who does that? She did not spend the holidays with her son as well. I can't wrap my head around this evil woman.

The last time his baby mama's older son (not his) used all their data and exceeded it as well on their phone plan, they had a bill that was so large (over $600) that his phone was taken away. Gary was told by baby Mama that she would pay it at lunch time. She didn't and I couldn't reach Gary, his phone was shut off.  That evening he paid it and we were back in business. I suggested at that time that he just come on our company program. He said no, this won't ever happen again.

Sadly this happened again with this child but apparently, now it's an even bigger bill. Over a thousand. So I had had it. He was getting a phone on the company program. He can use it for his personal life I don't care. I just don't want that kid who lives with him to use up this data or that will be the end of Gary's job. Gary has no control over this young boy and when he tries he is given grief from his mother. Apparently, his mother doesn't get upset about any of this. I know, I'm shaking my head too. Gary's phone is on her plan so there is that problem too.

If a customer wants to use their credit/debit card to pay, which most do, then we need the men to have a phone so they can swipe the card for the customer.
I don't know how one can work in this field without a phone. How did everyone do this in the old days? I suppose everyone paid with a check at that time. But that is only one reason they need a phone. We use it all day long, photos for the clients who leave so they can see it's been done and pay. To text me about issues in the field, or if I wrote the wrong address or if they need to call the customer because they are going to be early or late. Many reasons why they need a phone.

Today the 2nd job Gary was to go to had an issue. During the construction that is going on there, something went haywire regarding the plumbing. So that meant we had to reschedule our work. The man that called me was so upset and was apologizing. I lied and said that Gary had lost his phone so I wasn't sure I could reach him. If not, he will show up and you can just tell him to come back to the office. We rescheduled his appointment and that was that.  But it felt awful to be so unprofessional and it made me angry. Thankfully this guy was so nice and he had so many issues going on at his home this was not a big deal to him. Thank goodness, most people aren't nice in any way ever so this was super helpful.

I attempted to call the customer where Gary was at but that man wouldn't pick up his phone. Seriously people drive me crazy. So Gary had to show up in another city to go to a job that had been rescheduled but he didn't know because he did not have a phone. ARGH!!! The whole thing was making me angrier as the day went on.

We bought a phone put it under our company and it arrived this afternoon after Gary had left. That just figures doesn't it? He'll pick it up in the morning.

I set it up, I put in our phone numbers & downloaded all apps he needs for work.
He is all set with new phone, car charger, hip clip and I'm paying the bill.
He screws this up and hell will be paid. Rick and I are both too angry right now.

Quickie

My husband found a show on Netflix that has him for the first time binge watching. Oh my goodness, he is obsessed.
It's a new series called Ozark. It stars Jason Bateman & Laura Linney
Here is a trailer.



I watched the first two episodes and didn't enjoy it.
It reminded me of a combo of Breaking Bad meets Ray Donovan.

Rick always laughs at me when I wish to binge watch. 
He thinks it is such a waste of time in front of the tube. Well, here he is.
Those words have now come to bite him on the ass.

Sunday when he discovered this show he watched 5 episodes. 
He then fell asleep. 
Monday night he watched two more, then he went to bed.
Here it is 6 am and he is watching it again. I have never seen him binge on anything other than pizza before. And he is devouring this just like he does pizza.
Or me and wine...tee hee

If I hadn't met Rick I would have searched for this person.

Life is Good

In my corporate career, I traveled so much that towards the end after 20+ years I would dream of being home at one with my stuff for long periods of time.
I'd forget what city I was in, I'd forget where Rick was. He too traveled almost as much as me at the time. So it was easy to lose track of where each of us was at any given time.

I remember a time when Rick called me and asked where I was. I told him I was still in upstate NY and that after I left Albany I was flying to Rochester and then I'd be home. He was in Maine - so close but not close enough. But the good news is we should arrive at our home airport at the same time. We had these crazy calls all the time. 

On weekends we really didn't want to do any type of traveling. 
Just the idea of traffic, airports, awful people being pushy and horrible restaurant food was not appealing. and heaven forbid we didn't want to travel on a week long vacation either. We wanted to be still.

No one understood this. We would get to our lake house and just be still.
No restaurants or bars. We wanted to be at our home, float on the lake, ride in a boat and be at home. We ate out all the time while traveling so the idea of eating at home was appealing. The pace we were looking for was slow after the hectic pace of traveling every day. The food, the hectic pace, the hotels all get old when you do it every few days every week. Your own bed never feels so good as when you've been traveling all week and that first night home. Aaah.

Now here we are 10 years later and I would do anything to travel more.
See? Be careful what you wish for.
I got into the travel industry for my love of travel. But after 20+ years it did get old. Now I go nowhere and I long for it again.  I am itching to go.

I have a list you see and it looks like this.

• Italy - yep, the homeland. I need a few weeks in Italy. Eat, tour and drink wine. Be pretty cool if I actually found a few Malizia's. 
• New Zealand - I have met some wonderful people from there and I just think it looks so beautiful that I would so like to go.
• UK- (Ireland)I have friends there I would love to see. Of course, I'd have to go to London and Scotland just because I'm there.
• Hawaii - because nothing is better than a beach vacation to Rick and me.

There are plenty more places I would like to go but right now these are my top 4. Since I can't do these 4  right now I am just taking a full week up north on Lake Erie. That won't be calm because family is there but it's a vacation and it's on water and it will be far cooler than it is here. 

That will be wonderful. The 80's sound glorious right now. 

In the meantime right here at home Izzy and I got to go to her 4 week check up from her surgery.

My appointment was at 7:45am on Wednesday. When I opened the back door for her to get out, she moved to the other door and just shook.  Her whole body shakes like she is frozen, but it's fear. I tried grabbing her from her belly to lift her (yes, lifting 80lbs is not easy) I couldn't get her because she was fighting me so. I left her there, shut the door to the car, and went inside and asked for help.

The young man came out and saw what we were dealing with. 

He asked me if she had a bad experience here. 

I replied, "well if you call cutting her open and fixing her ACL and causing her a great deal of pain, then yes she has had a traumatic experience here"  

He remarked with a laugh, "Well that will do it I guess"

He was able to lift her easily and drag her out of the car. 

We entered the room for her exam and she backs up into me and is leaning on me so much I feel all of her weight. She is shaking but mildly now so she seemed to be getting more comfortable. 

Here she is against my leg. 

I don't think it shows you how much she is leaning on me but you get the idea.  She has all her weight on my leg.

The doctor was very happy with her progress. She is exactly where they want her to be. She can swim now but not lift off. So we have to walk her into the water trying to avoid any slippery rocks/stones. Then allow her to swim.

Yesterday Rick said to her, "Izzy would you like to go swimming"  She jumped up and ran to the door. We aren't allowed to let her run. But try stopping her after you say the word SWIM.

I was still working so I couldn't go with them to swim. Rick said he took her to an area clear of the stones and walked in the water with her before he threw her bumper toy.

She swam out to get it but not near as fast as she used to do.

He did this 2 times. Then he said, "Are you ready to go home?" She walked right to the car. Normally she will make noise because she doesn't want to go home.

So we knew 2 times was enough for a start for her.

This is supposed to be her physical therapy. 2 times a week to build up her strength and muscle in her leg. Her walks can increase as well. Thank God. This dog wants to walk and is chomping at the bit to go. 

We are to begin 10 minute walks for 1 week then increase to 15 minutes for a week etc. 

At 8 weeks she will be completely ready to resume her life according to Doctor Blue Eyes. When I told him where we were vacationing to ask him about her swimming he assumed I lived in Cleveland. He asked me where in Cleveland I was from. I said Lake Erie goes all the way to NY why do you think I'm from Cleveland?  Come to find out it was because he was from Cleveland so he just assumed Cleveland and Lake Erie. I told him no, it was Erie PA on Lake Erie. He thought her swimming was a great way to improve her leg quickly and with less stress on her.

The best news we received is that she can do stairs. No more baby gate, no more sleeping on the sofa for me. If you recall me telling you if we are both upstairs she tries to climb the stairs, which she should never do. The first week she couldn't climb the stairs but cried for us. The doctor told us that one of us should sleep with her on the 1st floor during her recuperation. 

So I got the job of being the sofa sleeper and waking never feeling refreshed. 

She came upstairs last night and was in bed (next to our bed.) After about 3 minutes of being in bed, lights out etc. She walks over to Rick to be sure he was there and then my side to be sure I was there. We laughed. Then she went back to her bed and slept until 5:15 am. 

It was all wonderful - all of us back upstairs and me sleeping in a bed!!

Life is good.

Here is the view from the deck of the place we rented on the lake.

Izzy should get a lot of swimming in here. I hope it is as nice as the photos. You never know what you are getting.

My Summer Water

Summer is most definitely here. 
It's hotter than hell and thick humidity.
Just the way I don't like it. 😀

But the good news is that means it's time for Peggy's summer water.
Yes, I love my dry red wine but come summer I need to change it up a bit.
I need it to be lighter. So I drink dry rosé, or as we call it in my home, Peg's summer water.

There are a lot of them I enjoy. But I really like this one and it's not real expensive which makes it taste even better. I found it at Costco.
It's called Whispering Angel - Côtes De Provence Rosé.
Yesterday at lunch I ran to Costco to pick up a couple of things. While there I thought I would run over to the wine selection and pick up a couple of bottles since I haven't had wine in 2 weeks. I know! Gasp!

They only had one bottle, so of course, I grabbed it before it was gone.
I asked a woman who worked there if there were more.
She came over to the sign and showed me an asterisk by the name of the wine.  She explained that the asterick meant they were not getting more of them  - ever. YIKES.
They had a lot of Sophia Coppola's Rosé which isn't all bad but a bit on the sweeter side for my liking. She was pushing that stuff on me. No, but thank you I said, I really wanted this Whispering Angel.

Now I have seen this wine, Whispering Angel, at other places but it is more than double the cost so I prefer getting this for only $17.89 at Costco instead of $38+ elsewhere. She tells me to check at customer service on my way out to see what the story really is on this wine.
The young woman who was helping me asked me about the taste of this wine. When I described it to her she asked if I wanted to leave her the last one because it sounded better than what she just bought.
I laughed and said, "Hell no, I'm buying your last one, I'm not very nice am I?"
She laughed, "I'll come over and we can share."  
I told her I'd be happy to share but I wasn't giving it to her.  

I went to customer service after check out and asked if they were getting more. The gentleman said that the east coast would not be getting more but he looked at the surrounding stores and there was only one store near me that had 30 bottles. 
( I could drive 2 hrs south and find 300 bottles but even I'm not that desperate....yet)

When I got back to my office and got caught up with work I called that store in Leesburg VA. They said they would save me as many as I wanted. I said a case please. I mean if I can't get this for awhile I need this to last.
I knew Rick was going to be in Leesburg today so he could easily pick it up.

I am going to take this wine north on our vacation and I will also share. 
So you can relax, I won't be drinking them all by myself. Although I am tempted to and I could and I would if that wasn't bad for me. 

Rick calls me after he pays for the wine as he's heading to his next job. He tells me it is $1.00 less per bottle than it is at our Costco store. 
So that was $12.00 in savings. I like that. But why? It's 16 miles from my home and there is that much of a difference?
Do I now have to go to Leesburg to feed my wine addiction drinking habit?
So if they had 30 and I bought 12 that means they only have 18 left. 
By the time I need more they will all be gone.  
I think my next stop would need to be France where it's made. 
I have to go call my travel agent.

Work, work, work.

I know more memes. Give me one more day.
I promise to write this week but can't again today.

In the mean time - some memes that can be a bit rough in language and or risqué so you've been warned.

Busy, Busy, Busy - and you know what that means

It means time for Memes because I can't catch my breath right now.
Normally we are slow this time of year but everything this year is upside down so go figure. It's wonderful, this is a most positive problem. 😀

This first one my sister and nieces both sent me. We can relate all too well.

Ah, I wish I couldn't relate to this.

oh so sadly true

Gee, I hope not

Seriously. This is a fact.

I thought it would be good to follow the donut with this below. 

Maybe this will help men understand mammograms a little better.

Last night I wore leggings, t-shirt, sweatshirt, wool socks and it was only 96 degrees outside while watching TV. You can hang meat in my house. At bedtime I admit I love it. But not until then please. (hear me Rick?) 

Whores.

Okay, pictures this.
Rick is in his recliner and I am actually laying on the sofa.
Izzy is asleep in her bed nearby.
Rick states he is going to bed he has an early appointment. As he gets up he grabs his phone and is looking at it very intently.
I am still laying on the sofa watching TV.
I wonder why he is looking at his phone and I asked, "Whatcha doin' Rick?" 
I hear - "Checking to see if my whores are in"

WHAT? I ask.
Rick repeats - "Checking to see if my whores are in."
Me: "Where the hell are they coming from?"
Rick: "How would I know?"
Me:  "Can't you see them there on your phone? Why don't you know?"
Rick is now laughing very hard.

Rick: "Margaret what do you think I said?"
Me: "Checking to see if my whores are in. I was just wondering who these whores were and where are they coming from?"
Rick: can't talk because he's laughing too hard.
Me: "Why is any of this funny? Who the hell tells their wife this shit Rick?"
Rick: "Stop it, you're killing me."
Me: "Did I not hear you correctly?"
Rick putting his finger to his nose as in charades as if that is correct, I did not hear that correctly.

Me: "So what did you say?"
Rick: "Checking to see if any orders came in."
Me: "Oh my goodness that makes much more sense."
Rick: "So you think I have whores from www.whoresrus.com? Oh my goodness  you never cease to make me laugh."
Me: "Yes, but you're laughing AT me."
Rick: "Either way you entertain me. I'm going to bed."
Me: "Okay but if your whores call I'm waking you."
Rick:  "You do that babe."

Obituaries.

My cousin's husband just died. I did not like this man.
I know, I hear what you are all saying, it's not nice to speak ill of the death.
Does it count that I would speak ill of him while alive? 

For the sake of this story and to not use his name we will call him my cousin.
He was a creepy kind of guy. The minute you saw him he was leary and creepy. When I was young he always made remarks about my boobs. 
Normally I would cry when men did this to me. He just made me livid. I always called him out on this. My father had to once as well.
Creepy is the only way to describe how he made me feel.

He lied, he cheated, he stole. He thought he was charming and got away with it. He wasn't the least bit charming nor did he fool anyone.
Because he was married to my father's sisters daughter he tried to help him a couple of times. Once when he needed a job. 

My dad gave him a job at his company. I was probably in my late teens. My cousin was 8 or 9 years older than me. I remember my father coming home and talking to my mom about him being "so damn lazy." When they realized I was in the room the conversation stopped.  

Then one evening when Dad got home he was livid. He and mom were in the kitchen talking and I could hear everything in the living room where I sat. 
Our house wasn't that large.  He stole and my dad didn't take that well. A lot of bad things happened and he was let go. It made a strain in the family. They thought my father was an ass. My father never told them the truth. He let everyone think he was the bad guy, why I don't know.

This was a man who never really held down a job for long. 
For awhile he became a preacher of some sort. Who knows what kind. 
He never owned a home and moved plenty from one small apartment to another.
I always wondered if he was running from something because he had 4 children and to move from Pennsylvania to Illinois to Florida couldn't be easy with uprooting children. 

I know my mom went to Illinois for a wedding or some event with Aunts and they visited he and his family. I recall hearing their apartment was so teeny tiny. If he was everything they said in the obituary I don't think they would squeeze 6 people into such a small place. But who knows the truth really.

I saw him a couple years ago at the cousin's reunion. He said something that did not sit well with me but I bit my tongue and walked away. I refused to stoop to his level and cause a scene I am better than that. 
That was Rick's first time meeting him. He came into the house from the patio and said to me, "boy he's an ass" I just laughed, Rick didn't know the half of it!

He had a stroke a few weeks ago and slide into a coma and passed away.
I was text his obituary today from a family member.

I read it and laughed. I know what you're thinking, how awful of me.
Not because he had passed, I laughed because it was a very long piece of fiction.
It all but said that he walked on water, turned water into wine and died on the cross for our sins.

I showed it to Rick. He laughed so hard he began to cough. 
It started with his birth, high school, colleges of which he never attended, jobs of which he never had, degrees that never happened, his Christianity, (yep good ones steal and lie) his volunteer work and all things sainthood.

Do family members feel the need to make him better than he was? They know that isn't true. Do they feel they must make the dead seem better than they were in life? 

I am not a fan of obituaries but I do understand why people feel the need to do them. I don't understand why people insert their photo of themselves in their orbit at age 35 when they died at 85 either. Never understood that one. 

Rick knows I don't want one. Besides, what would it say? 
That got Rick and I talking about this and we got to laughing like crazy.
He was saying some crazy shit and making me laugh. 
I used to hate being called perky all the time so Rick used that and made me laugh.
Customer Service turned Margaret from perky to bitchy over the years. 
She was an extrovert who began to isolate herself from humankind. 
People wore her down until she was a shell of her former self, so fuck off.

 No, that really wouldn't be nice now would it? Honest, but not nice.

Stairs and Regrets

Izzy got her stitches out on Monday. She was happy about that.
She still has a nice limp though. The vet said so far everything is doing well but continue no walking and no stairs.  
For the love of God, this is so hard for the humans!
Yes, I'm whining.
She wants to go, she is not 100% but she feels so much better so why can't I walk around the neighborhood mom? There are trees and shrubs to smell. There are dogs to sniff and kids to fawn all over me. Aargh!

Yesterday she went up these 4 steps and laid here on the landing. 

She fell asleep there for hours so I let her stay. It is one of her favorite spots on any given day prior to this surgery. The vet said a couple of steps okay. So I let it slide. I know, it's more than a couple. 

She woke up and shook. I heard the jingle of all things on her collar.
I am at the top of these stairs below in a loft type open area. This pic is standing on the landing where she was sleeping.

Because I heard her wake up I looked over the 1/2 wall and see her staring up the steps. The look on her face was I'm going up there. I immediately said, STAY! and went downstairs and made her get down the steps. I amused her in other ways.
Thankfully she was fooled.

Last evening she was fast asleep in her bed on the first floor. I was in my "bed" called the sofa. I fell asleep and something made me wake up. She was not in her bed. I looked in all of her places. Sometimes she likes it under the dining room table. But no, she was not on the first floor. 
I went to the stairs and guess who is sleeping on the top of this set of stairs on this landing? 9 more stairs so 13 all together. Not a couple as the Vet told us now is it?

It is now 4am and I am wondering how long she has been up there. She was certainly going to find Rick but the bedroom door was shut so she was just going to stay there until he came out. There are 4 more stairs around this corner. Thankfully she stayed on the 2nd floor and didn't climb any more stairs up to the 3rd floor. (I live with nothing but stairs)

So today the baby gates must come out. She is definitely feeling better if she felt she could climb because 2 weeks ago she just would stare up the steps longingly.
It was sad but I was happy she knew she couldn't do it. But now...

On July 19th we go back and see the vet and I believe we will see x-rays to be sure all is healing well. They told us on Monday she can begin to do some light swimming. That is not a concept Izzy can grasp, "light" swimming. So we feel it is best to wait until she is no longer limping. She can swim but not lift off or push herself off to dive. That poses a problem for where she swims in the area so we may have to go a bit further until vacation on the lake. Thank goodness we no longer own the lake house. It would be hell for her not to dive off the dock.

The good news is she is certainly feeling better. she has lost 4lbs and hopefully, in a couple of weeks, she will be putting full weight on this leg all the time. The vet did say again on Monday that typically this will occur in the other leg within a year. Damn.
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Yesterday I posted a meme regarding regret. Stating that I never have regrets for what I've done only what I didn't do. That made me think of a woman who asked me about a regret a long time ago.

I had just moved to Seattle. (1993) A woman I was working with invited me to some woman's luncheon type thing held outdoors weather permitting. That is so NOT my style. But I knew no one there so I thought what the hell, go have some wine and check it out.  This was the beginning of learning I was a midwestern girl. You see I thought this was going to be like a garden party, but no siree.

To me, a garden luncheon means a certain style of dress. Oh not there. It was frumpy mcdumpy. The first lesson learned. 
Wearing make up, stylish clothing, shaving ones limbs, and not having long straight hair screamed an out of towner. (remember this was the early 90's)
As I am mingling amongst the hippies I was enjoying myself quite nicely. It was a nice summer sunny day and everything was pleasant enough. Vanilla, but pleasant. I was seated at a table chatting with a woman about her job when another woman sat at the table. The conversation turned into 50 questions to "Let's ask the girl from the midwest some very personal questions, shall we?"

A one point I was asked if this was my first marriage. Who does that?
But I answered with, no it is not. Now she wanted details. I don't know this woman and she was pushy. I did say that I got married very young to my high school sweetheart. She then said, "oh that must be a HUGE regret isn't it?"  Her tone is what pissed me off if I am being honest. I told her I never regret anything I've done only what I didn't do. So no, this was not a regret. She kept pushing and pushing and in my mind, this is playing on a loop, "don't say what you want here, not polite, don't say what you want here, not polite. don't say what you want here."  A woman to my left said, "for heaven's sake bugger off."  I laughed and turned to her and asked if she was from the UK. She said, "Oh my accent right?"  I said, "No I hardly noticed it before but the word bugger was a tip"  And then the questions went to her and off me. Things like why she was there etc. Whew. I liked this woman from the UK. We both walked away from these crazy women and poured ourselves another glass of wine.

But that nosey woman asking me that question always bothered me. 
Not the question as much as the condescending tone of the questions. She had pity on me that I had a 1st marriage she felt I should regret. 
She was so superior for only having one.

No, I don't regret my first marriage. I sure learned what I wanted after that. I learned not to put someone else's dreams before your own. 
You can both dream. I learned that if I were in a relationship again what I wanted and what I needed. I learned not to settle for less than that. 
He's a very nice man and I loved his family but we should not be married. End of story. But no regrets.
If that hadn't happened would I have made such a good choice for myself later? Would I have let this one go because it didn't check off a box?
See? no regrets about what I've done!

Now the regrets I have for not doing some things that I should have are a bit longer. Lesson learned there too.