I just got off the phone with a potential adopter for Penelope. She already has a 13 week old Italian greyhound name, Bentley, so named because she came with a broken tail.. ha ha. 

We still have to do a home visit via FaceTime but I think everything will work out. there is an adopter For Paddington as well and one of the ladies from Underdog Rescue was working on that application. Nothing like last minute 🙂 at any rate I will drop off the puppies tomorrow afternoon at Shona’s and they will get them adopted while we are out of town. Fingers crossed.

I’m getting very excited for the trip to DC and

Have been tracking the weather forecast, which looks decent on Thursday and then rainy on Friday and Saturday. Super cold on Sunday but we fly home early so that does not concern me.

I’ve packed various pieces of my mom’s jewelry, a scarf from her, and a hat from my grandma Mollie. 

We had a nice dinner out tonight with Bob and Grisel. One of our conversations revolved around keepsakes and family heirlooms. Bob is a self described hoarder of memories. He has found it difficult to part with papers, furniture, and other reminders of his beloved mother and his childhood.   It is interesting to contemplate what will happen to the things |that we treasure because they hold special memories. If we are lucky, we can pass them on to people who will value them as we do. It is certainly my hope for the items that I am bringing with me to dad’s memorial. I am looking forward to creating the memories that will define the objects anew. 

I’m lying in bed now with a heating pad. As I’ve said before, my life is pretty good. In fact, I have no complaints except for this inability to poop ..it’s quite painful and the medicine that helps takes quite a while ..a day or two. 

To deal with with this discomfort, I’ve written a little song to the tune of “if I only had a brain,”one of my favorite songs from the Wizard of Oz

As always, feel free to sing along

I can while away the hours
Conferrin’ with the powers 
my bowels all aflame 
On the head I’ll be sitting 
While my thoughts are all on shitting 
If I only had a poop. 

Oh, I, can’t tell you why 
My bowels have shut down 
I don’t eat the things I ate before 
But still I sit and push some more.

I can’t eat  a nice bran muffin’,
My stomach’s full of stuffin’,
My body full of pain;
So I’ll swallow all my meds 
Then sit visiting the heads
Till I get to poop again. 

Of course, that leads me to want to equally pervert the song, “if I only had a heart “ by the tin man

When a gal’s has too much gasses  she should be able to pass it 
And yet I’m torn apart.
It’s because I’m presumin’ that I’ll feel more like a-human,
If I only had a fart. 

OK, I have officially crossed the line back to my boys’ childhood when farts and poops were hysterical… of course now that I think of it, they still think farts and poops are hysterical and I guess I do too :-). At any rate, they have become increasingly important to my well-being, so you can expect to hear about more farts and poops in the future. 🙂