Okay, so Happy New Year from Maya and Oliver! Everyone else would wish you a happy new year, too — but I have no idea where they are — just thankful they are not here right now! And, to be quite honest I am a little dubious about Oliver being inside, especially now!
First of all, this is Oliver’s first visit to the inside — at least of this house. He’s a little cautious but so far so good. While he is sniffing out everything I have to admit that I am sitting here in a pair of overalls with a pair of flannel pajama bottoms under them and a tee-shirt and a sweater and a lightweight zip up jacket and a quilted outer coat, an ear warmer, a scarf, and hat. Needless to say, Maggie has called the shrink down the street — never mind my degrees in psychology. In fact, she says that last degree only certified me.
Well, here’s the thing. Everyone (thank God!) went somewhere and I am home alone — sorta. I went out to check Ollie’s bowl to make sure he has plenty of food and somehow he slipped into the house when I came in. Now, let me just say that Ollie isn’t crazy. It is in the teens outside today — coldest winter in the past decade is how this is being advertised. And, yes we do have a heated house. But, as the regular readers know, I have never touched Oliver. I have come close — about two feet. Anyway, the C-A-T is in the house watching me very carefully.
I know he is going to spook at the first noise or if the car pulls down the drive. So, I left the door open for his escape. Now, Maggie — who usually isn’t all that nosy — saw the back door open and came to see what was wrong. I told her that Ollie is in the house. Of course, I am really wondering how Maggie could have “oh, by the way I noticed the back door was open.” She must have been standing on the back breezeway to have “noticed” the back door — our breezeway and our back door. Anyway, Maggie got her knickers in a twist because I left the back door slightly ajar and “that wild animal is lurking throughout the house.”
I love Maggie but if she would go home and mind her own business she would not have to worry about noticing, back doors, wild animals, or lurking. So, Ollie is “lurking” and has been for some time. Here’s the real key to the situation. About two years ago I was upgrading or doing something to The Gratitude Journal when a little 3-year old helped me delete all my files, including the database, etc., etc., etc. Now from all I hear nothing is ever “lost” but I can tell you that it is so well hidden that I won’t waste any time looking for it.
So, I had just started making a few changes to the site — Ollie “lurking” and Maggie screeching like I’m a nut case and Ollie a rodent — when I remembered losing (hiding) everything I had in the journal a few years back. I was terrified — in fact my heart beat increased to aerobic status — when Ollie jumped on the desk and passed over the keyboard.
For the new year I decided to change the look. Women have a tendency to do that from time to time. I’m too old to move all the furniture around so I am moving and changing the “decor” of The Gratitude Journal.
Well, that silly Twitter bird disappeared a few days ago. Must have hidden him — or maybe Ollie lurked in when I wasn’t looking. But, so far today all is well. I will find another bird in a few days. I just looked and I have not lost my ass.
For right now I am thankful that I have not hidden The Gratitude Journal files. And, I guess I’m thankful I still have my ass — and Ollie.
Oh, for heaven’s sake! Here comes the shrink.
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Love your layered overalls description Maya…mine is about the same these days! Maybe too much information, but I think I need an even bigger pair…not because I’ve put on weight, but in the winter to cover up the many many layers of flannel, sweaters, long underwear, supportive undergarments and scarves; so a trip to the bathroom does not become an act of congress! Keep Warm!
Laury,
Thank you for the penjuin clip. You know I’m a real softy when it comes to animals.
About the overalls — my husband said Niels would be laughing at us but you are a southern girl so you do understand when the temperature hits the freezing mark we are literally frozen. And, the teens! Oh my! That simply means that we start dressing putting on the smallest sizes first advancing to the larger sizes until we are wearing the closet. About the bathroom break — all I can say is plan ahead and cut out that second cup of coffee when possible.
Happy New Year!
and the penguin clip, too…
I can see that I am starting out the new year with monkey writing, showing my age and lack of agility among my fingers.
It wasn’t till my sister Kat sent the penguin clip over the weekend, that I realized…the penguins were coming home to New Orleans when Dali and Sam and I were heading off to France within days. I must have been watching that sweet little penguin walk down the purple carpet off the plane on the news while we were packing. Glad you enjoyed it!-More later-Laury
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