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My One True Life by wayward heart
December 2002
1Winding Down // Ms. Fix-it
2Winter Wonderland
3Tuesday Tidbits and Soupsicles
4Care Bears and Christmas Preparations
5Holiday Favorites Survey
6i treasure every gifty // Sending Christmas Cards
7Sunshiny Saturday // Oh Doe...Dot a code id by doze....
8Restless Night
9(S)ick with the annual "itis"
10Forget "Chicken Soup"....
11Don't bother me, i'm taking a sick day
12A Thank You Note (and a reply)
13Friday Night Fluff
14Dreams are not enough
15 Drizzly, Dark, and Dreary
16The Baking Elf Arrives
17Quote Du Jour // Quiet Day, Quiet Night, Quiet Feeling
18Peaceful Solitude // Christmas Gift Dilemma
19Quote Du Jour // Merrily i roll along......
20Screw the Balls...and other Christmas Traditions // New Journalist
22Baccala and Christmas Themes // Just a big kid
23Quote Du Jour // What do you do with a Drunken Aussie?
24Last night's email correspondence // Quote Du Jour Holiday Wishes // One More Sleep Till Christmas
25A Very White Christmas
26Old Friends and other stuff
27Nothing much
28A Garbo Night
29Best of Both Worlds // The MochaMobile
30Christmas Came Again
31New Year's Eve Traditions New and Old

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Quote Du Jour // What do you do with a Drunken Aussie?
December 23, 2002

When I keep putting something off, it may not be procrastination, but a decision I've already made and not yet admitted to myself.-- Judith M. Knowlton

So for those of you who haven't finished...or in some cases even begun (you know who you are, Crawdad!! Laughing )....your Christmas shopping yet....maybe you really just don't want to buy poor old Uncle Bill yet another tie....

What do you do with a Drunken Aussie?

The other day on the news, the local weather forecaster said we might not have a White Christmas this year. That being the case, could someone tell me what that snow is doing falling all day today??!! Driving to work was a bit messy. It was a little better when i got out of work.

Didn't think i'd get out of work much before 3pm was just a crappy day. But, the website went down at 2:15, and since we couldn't do anything without it, Gwen let us all go. Good thing, too, because by the time i left the grocery store 45 mins later, it was wretched again.

i got the shrimp for tomorrow night, and the prime rib for Wed, and a few other odds & ends i needed for the next few days. i was damn glad to get home when i did, too.

Got all the groceries put away, heated up some soup for a very late lunch, and then made some more peanut butter balls. They're out on the porch chilling. (quite literally! the porch is unheated, and it's 28 out!) When they firm up, i'll melt the chips & dip 'em.

Barsky's been having trouble with his rear leg the last day or so. i think the Rimadyl is helping with pain and stiffness, but there's nothing to be done for the weakness in his leg. He walks on a zig-zag, like a drunk. His rear leg will suddenly just give out on him, and down he'll go, no matter where he is. Right now, he's lying on the kitchen floor, where he was while i was making candy. He's very reluctant to get up, and does so with increasing difficulty. This afternoon, he managed to make it up the step from outside onto the porch, but then took several attempts before making it up the other small step from the porch into the kitchen.

And yet, the other day, when Scott & Karen stopped by, he made it down, and then up the much larger step from the garage into the house. Maybe it's the cold, or the dampness. Or just old age. For which, of course, there is no cure.

i'll go out into the living room after i post this, and turn on the Christmas lights. If he sees me settling down there, he'll come out and join me. He does do somewhat better on carpeting, but it's getting to where he simply can't stand or walk easily any more. It breaks my heart, cause he's not ill....just old and crippled. He's still alert, aware, still bright and loving. And still my baby....always that.

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