Hello, 2009! We rang in the New Year without a lot of festivities. We joined our smaller, regular group at the Bavarian Chef for dinner. It’s fun to see the same groups every year; the accountant lady from our table always sees a client and his party, and we always see a very dear former co-worker of mine and his family. Lots of hugs and kisses and wishes for a happy new year were passed about.
Then, the Knight went to the firehouse for crew, and I went home to the fur-girls. Small celebration there, as for the first time, the girls shared Sissy’s large crate. Mugsy and Fred always shared a crate, but Gretchen was SO small when we brought her home that we were afraid Sissy might flop down and accidentally hurt her.
By midnight, the fur-girls and I were in bed, watching the ball drop. Well, I watched; Gretchen had crawled under the covers and Sissy was snoozing on the Knight’s pillow. Nevertheless, they each got a New Year’s kiss before Sissy sprung to attention just as the phone rang. She heard the fireworks from Keswick, and began barking at the window. Of course, Gretchen joined in with her almost silent “wuffs”, so my conversation with the Knight was disjointed and filled with “What?” but he gets brownie points for calling at midnight.
I don’t make a big deal out of resolutions, but there are a few things I hope 2009 will bring to fruition.
- Declutter. Even the Knight has decided it must be done, and made some headway in the study yesterday. We’re going to have to part with things and re-organize if we’re going to do those home improvement projects that await.
- Get fit, again. I’d like to say with sincerity that I don’t care what size I wear as long as I’m healthy, but that’s a crock. I grew up playing sports, and I’m accustomed to being strong and lean. My back seriously limits what I can do to get there, but there’s a significant birthday looming, and by golly, I want to look fabulous for the big party the Knight, my sister and my friends had best be planning! (No pressure… I’m just sayin’…)
- Knitter’s Review has a pollabout stash inventory. I almost didn’t vote because there was no “I don’t know, I’ve never bothered” option. Hem. I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep about knitting ONLY from my stash, but I am going to do an inventory, which is likely to result in some destashing.
- Put my time where my heart is. This will be perhaps my biggest challenge. I’m no good at saying no, so I’m on the board of three different organizations, and hold maybe a dozen positions within the four organizations where I do spend my time.
- Help the fur-girls continue to grow into beautiful, well-mannered dogs. (Stop laughing.) That means intermediate obedience for Sissy. Gretchen will likely forfeit her puppy class for her sister’s sake, as just dragging her around to visit friends and family seems to provide the social interactions she needs. Thus far, she’s a much more compliant learner, so *I* don’t need a trainer’s help with her obedience lessons (yet). You’re going to laugh again, but I’d like both girls to earn their Good Citizen certifications. My boys were darling, but naughty, and I don’t want to make the same mistakes with my sweet girls.
That’s it. Five’s not one of my favorite numbers, but I think those goals are lofty enough to keep me in line for a year.
Wish I had a Mac, with a built-in camera. You need to see Sissy the passive alpha dog, curled up on the arm of the sofa, to the best of her limitations. Gretchen’s stretched out on the back of the sofa in the sun, and I guess Sis was tired of Gretchen getting to perch, while she flopped on the sofa below. My right shoulder is lurching forward, with the weight of Sissy’s melon head pressed against it. She’s sound asleep, but if I move, she falls from her roost; she’s propped against me, and in the corner that the arm makes with the back cushion. Did I mention the sofa’s down, so the cushion is slowly caving beneath her? Gretchen has opted for some security, and has her head on the end table for additional support…
What’s wrong with that spot, huh? And yes, that’s a toy from LAST Easter. She can’t play with the same toy for more than a few minutes. That it was Mugsy’s toy makes it special. Sissy won’t let Gretchen tug on Mugsy’s toys, interestingly enough, and they are what motivates her to act like an alpha dog; MINE, she’ll insist!
Never fear, the Knight has trimmed her toenails since that photo too. Funny thing… bassets generally HATE anyone messing with their feet. I can pet her toes, one by one, all night long, and Sissy doesn’t care, but the Knight, the pedicurist of the house, may not even stare at her a single toe for more than a fraction of a second without a Sissy tantrum… (And did you know a dog can firmly tuck all four feet under her body, when curled into a tight knot?)
There’s a plan in the works for the old tea blog too, but I need more time to figure Mr. Linky out first. No links, because there’s nothing there for you to see yet. When I muddle through, I’ll share!
May 2009 be good to you and yours. Happy Dogs on Thursday, and I don’t even know if this qualifies as a little Friday, since most of us aren’t working anyway.