Blizzards, windstorms sciatica

Well, if I have to make one post this may as well  be this.

We're having a godawful winter. It's too cold.

That's all.

Winter sucks, so does depression.

Happy Valentine's Day

I am ready to bring a new dog into my life. However, my husband is not. He's the one who doesn't want to let go of the memory of Pepper.

I've convinced him I need to make a memorial garden for our late furballs. I was going to make it just for Pepper because she was always underfoot, helping when I gardened. Then I thought I should add Miss Kate's name to a memorial as well.

The garden will be old rose garden I used to have in front of our house. The neighbor's kids just wrecked it, but now they are grown, so a garden will be safe. All the flowers will be scented and at dog level. Pepper loved to sniff flowers during her walks. She loved the scent of roses and would dilly dally around, smelling each rose. There'll be a rainbow pinwheel garden spinner too. She loved those. She'd sit and watch them.

I think she'd like the idea of a garden just for her, and she wouldn't mind sharing it with Katie.
                                                                    This is Pepper

                                                                       This is Katie

Mental mutterings of the day

There are problems involving getting another dog.

The first problem is, my son has been diagnosed with Trigeminal Neuralgia. He's been in severe facial pain, and almost any noise sets it off. Dog barking included.  :-(

Then there's the age problem. I'm not that young, in fact in a few years I'll get all the trappings of Medicare and Social Security. I have fibromyalgia and arthritis. I can't help but worry if I'm up to the commitment of dog ownership.

I do miss not having a dog. Pepper, like Kate, Juliana and Freckles, were such a comfort when I needed it, and companionship when I was alone. I feel like there is a dog-shaped hole in my heart. It only gets worse when I look at Petfinder. (headdesk)

I'm still here

Finally went to a neurologist about the pain in my hands. After lots of really fun (NOT!) tests, most of them involving getting stuck with needles and getting zapped to measure nerve response, I got a Rx. Three weeks later, I am SO much better. So much so, I am considering going back to knitting.

I really need knit. It's the one thing that can help take my mind off things. And, wow, I need to take my mind off things.

I got tired of the old design and updated.

I'm now on meds for uric acid. Doc wants to treat the gout first and see how my hand pain is. So far it' done nothing for hand pain. I just feel ticked off that he told me to take Tylenol or Advil for it. Dude, if Tylenol took care of it, I wouldn't be sitting in your office! =P