Home and Family

Musings on home, family, friends, and pets.

Fractured Fairy Tales


Finally the nonbloggable becomes bloggable – Mom (aka A-Woww) tripped and fell 2 weeks ago, fracturing her kneecap and shattering her elbow. The knee will heal on its own in an immobilizer which thankfully allows her to walk. The elbow required surgery. That happened on Wednesday and now the mending begins.
While she’s a bit more banged up than the ankle incident from 2011, it’s not as bad because she’s not bedbound. In fact, today we went to a bridal shower! And this time around she’s getting home visits from nurses, occupational therapists and physical therapists.

This was the arm that was operated on. I was sad when she washed the YES off. It was inspirational!

We’ve all been scrambling to make sure she has someone there throughout the day for meals and to let her dog out. I’m certainly thankful for TNP’s flexible schedule.

Tomorrow is the 2-year anniversary of buying the House on Literary Lane. We are still overrun with weeds and ivy, and can’t get the desired plants and grass to grow, PLUS the neighbors behind us are as noisy as every neighbor I had at the Heights of Collingswood COMBINED but I love my home and some days I never want to leave it.

(There is still an unpacked box in the coat closet.)

Murphy and Ollie update

The dogs are doing well. Murphy is almost 20 lbs, thanks to a safe, cozy house and all of rocks that he eats. Seriously, we fish rocks out of his mouth every day. He’s a chewer and a barker — two traits I have NOT had in a dog in a long, long time. He can even bark with a tennis ball in his mouth. That’s impressive!

The collateral damage so far has been minimal.

Stairway standoff

He chewed some of the woodwork around the stairs and one of WM’s charger cables. We’ve learned quickly to leave NOTHING to chance.

He hasn’t lost teeth yet but he’s definitely gaining some. We’re freezing washcloths and letting him chew on those to give him some relief. And then he drags the wet washcloth across my foot and I fly into the ceiling. He chases moths.

He kind of knows how to sit on command. He sort of knows his name. As for rules, here are the big three we are focusing on:

1) When we leave, we always come back. Always. Even if it’s a few hours or a few days, we will always come back.
2) [insert item/person/Ollie here] is not for chewing.
3) Stand by the door if you need to pee or poop.

He’s a dingus, but he’s my dingus.

Ollie turns 10 this month. He’s roughhousing with Murphy just like he used to do with Max. His ears have been fine although his Horner’s Syndrome hasn’t faded like I hoped it would. (This is gross, but Murphy cleans Ollie’s ears on the regular.) Ollie’s energy levels are increasing, and he’s gained weight back. That’s not good, by the way, but I’m not going to bodyshame him. Ollie is my snugglebuddy and my happy, drooly footstool.

It is a lot of work, but it’s sure nice having two dogs again.

Friday 5: Tiny gestures

Happy Friday! This is my first Summer Friday of the year!

At TNP we can have every other Friday off during the summer as long as we make up the extra hours in advance. It is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.


This morning I took Ollie to the vet for a shot and was lectured about his weight. I love my vet office, but a quarter of the techs love to make you think you’re the worst pet owner ever. Yes, the dog is heavy. He’s always been. Yes, we do measure his food and hold back on treats. Yes, his head’s tilted as a result of nasty back-to-back ear infections. Yes, we cleaned out his ears regularly before the infection. Can we have the shot now?

And after all of that, they gave me a giant “Happy Birthday” dog treat for him. (mind boggle)

I had a cup of coffee outside in the sunshine, mailed a package at the post office, had a slice of pizza and am ready to go back outside with a book.


But first, the Friday 5! This week’s topic is Tiny Gestures. Let’s get to it!

1. What might you put in a small, pretty glass bottle as a romantic gift to someone?
A tiny love letter, rolled into a scroll.

2. Someone you care very much for is leaving for a long time but will be back. What small object (not a photo) might you give him or her to remember you by?
When WM and I were in our long-distance relationship I sent him Kronk, the bear I sleep with. Kronk stayed with him until he moved back here. I still can’t believe that was 10 years ago.

3. If you were to leave a small mark in your current residence, as lasting evidence that you lived there, what would you leave, and where would you leave it?
I would find one of the studs and woodburn our initials into it. What could possibly go wrong?

4. What would you like to toss into the fires of Mount Doom?

All of The Carpenters’ albums. Maybe the world would be a more cheerful place without all of those dirges in it. I had a post about how much I hate The Carpenters, but it didn’t make it over to the new blog from the old. (I lost about 150 posts in transit. I still have the database so I can manually add them back in, but as time passes …. nah.

You know what? My Carpenters post deserves to live again, so I reposted it here. Sleepy-ass music.

5. Those adopt-a-star things are gimmicky rip-offs, but if they weren’t, and someone gave you one as a gift, what would you name it?

Gimmicky rip-offs? No…(quick google search) Aw, man. Is nothing sacred? I blame The Carpenters. Now that I know it’s a sham, I’d name a star Patrick.

Enjoy the weekend! Play happy music!

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