Ma was wrong about spring. Winter digs in deeper by the day.
We couldn’t go further than the end of the street this morning or we’d seriously have had frostbite.
Now I have to endure a day with Dad! At least it’s toasty inside.
Ma has driven off into the big blue yonder early because the heating was working so hard it tripped the fuse at the Tearoom. Fortunately the tenant who rents the apartment above was home and able to flip it back on
Ma is in one of those « I wish we had moved back to Switzerland » moods. This, today was swiftly followed by a lament along the lines of « I wish I’d never laid eyes on this stupid old building. What a mistake. I’m such a fool » Why didn’t I just content myself with my little antique booth instead of making this headache for myself »
I do my best to comfort her and help her get through her soul searching.
The drive to and from work also does something to partially restore her sanity.
In spite of frozen rivers
Tundra plains and frozen farm land
There’s a kettle to boil and a cuppa to make when she gets there to warm her heart a little even if there are no customers.
Of course for the return the reward is always me. See if she’d gone back to Switzerland we’d never have met and that would have been terrible. A loss greater than any trouble!
It’s so pretty outside with the bright blue skies and the new fall of snow.
Very cold on the old tootsies though.
Ma and me and the tike were all slip sliding around on our morning outing. Even my super gripper paws weren’t sticking.
Ma said though that she’s smelling spring in the air! The days are longer and everyone is perking up!
Dad got out too to Tuesday Morning Group. He’s feeling so good he almost went without oxygen. I advised though that it’s best to take it just in case he needs a puff in the cold. I am all for taking care of people I love.
Ma went out to get the groceries after she dropped Dad home. We’re having BIG steaks for dinner since the bro is off today. She had to buy half a cow. I am torture free as the THING is cuddling with him. Poor Ma also had to haul home another 40 lb bag of kibble she can hardly lift it poor old soul. That spawn of Satan just sucks it in and will the death of my poor Ma!
She rewarded herself by going for a haircut. As she said she didn’t just need it she deserved it.
Can’t say I see much difference she could have bought the other half of that cow for me!
I’m on the banter early because I’ve nothing else to do.
Ma had me up at 5:30 because she has to take Dad to see the cardiologist this morning and the appointment is at 7:40 so they had to leave at 7:00.
It’s a whole rigmarole getting the meds done and the coffee made and me fed and watered so the poor woman needs a bit of time to wrap her head around the day not to mention finding clothes that fit. She’s getting a little chunky!
The cardiologist is Ma’s favorite of Dad’s many docs as she reckons he’s very pragmatic whatever that means. He has a funny name too that fits his profession. He’s called Dr GOODLIVE!!
Anyway he starts work early so here I am guarding the homestead.
I begged to go along too but Ma said it was way to cold and she’d be arrested if anyone saw me sitting in the car.
They’ll be home soon I hope.
Maybe they’ll bring donuts.
In the meantime I’ll rest and maybe nibble a little kibble as the bro and his spawn of Satan snore. I might even dream that she disappears in a puff of smoke!