Sunday: All of our children have gone home -- { oh, yes, and the grandgirls -- (oh, yes, and the dogs) }.
They came in waves starting Wednesday night until Saturday. Food was plentiful and tasty. We had all the traditional things of the season. The weather was not a pleasure. First of all, the TV GUY S all said Thursday would be a good day with rising temperature. Well, folks, they were certainly wrong about them apples. The pleasant day was Friday - then the rainstorms came Friday night. We had almost an inch over night.
Now we are blessed with the north winds - Saturday afternoon the came, making it tough to be outside... that would be for man or our beasts. Thirteen, count them 1-13 thirteen dogs were here in this house. That is a lot of dog. Can't complain since 5 of the dogs are mine. You might wonder this: 10 of the dogs were dachshunds. One was a white peke and the other two were rescued from the pound - not big dogs but bigger than a doxie.
Snoopy had it good at suppertime. He even had time to sing a song. Maybe I should list those lyrics here someplace. When you have 13 dogs - 7 of which are males (that would be 6 females for those you who are math empaired (thought it was funny to missplel "empaired") - Male dogs have different brains than the females; now, that might be true in some of God's other species as well.
Daughter Laura left her crackers on the bedroom floor Saturday night - Sweet little Liesl barked her "thank you" for the midnight feast.
I have decided that I am clearing part of the garage (stuff to the attic, the kids can clear it out in future years) and I am creating a "Man Cave" for me. Clear the stuff - Insulate the walls - Install air and heat - Get big chair and TV [ I have seen those man caves on television ] - Establish a computer desk, and Place an enormous lock on the main door to the house. This here house ain't big enough for 2 grandparents, 3 children, 3 grandchildren, and thirteen dogs. I need space.
Other than that revelation, it was a good weekend. We even saw Puss-N-Boots at the local emporium of visual pleasure, though I didn't get to play any video games after the movie. And, I close. I have TV to watch; it is time (5 pm) to feed Fritz; and my big tea glass is empty. Stay busy guys.
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A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
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