This morning I got kicked out of the bedroom at 6.
“Go sit in the kitchen,” he said.
I was disturbing him with a slight cough.
It’s not covid 🙄 just a tickle in my throat. But apparently his beauty rest is more important than my health…or my beauty rest. 🙃
Anyway I’m sitting on my SIL’s sofa with this guy keeping me company.
I’m thinking I might make my way over to the kitchen and get the Keurig going.
We’re in the County (Prince Edward County). I came along for the change of scenery and because we’re not camping but living with family (his sister and husband plus two giant Shepherds), in a house with mosquito netting on windows and a/c, for a couple of days. (Camping = too many bugs)
Their home is near the city of Kingston, which is also where the Beagle breeder is. Because apparently we are bringing home a little boy puppy on Sunday. 😯
This puppy situation has been a whole thing. I didn’t even know if was going to happen at all, as the Beagle bitch he put a deposit toward never got pregnant…but there was another litter with a different Beagle bitch and now there are several boy dogs still available.
(Help me.) 🙃
Here’s my issue:
On the one hand, yes a dog will be nice to break the autonomy of covid life. Yes, puppies provide endless entertainment. Yes, dogs love me, and I love them.
I’m just a little ambiguous to add yet another element into my life I will most likely be in charge of.
I feel like stepping back, not acquiring more responsibilities.
I want less, not more, so I can focus and redirect my life to suit my needs for a change. Parenting and spousing is all-consuming work and my own interests have taken a backseat for some time. Now midlife has arrived and I suddenly noticed all this untapped energy within me that has nothing to do with family…I want to explore and discover what that’s all about.
Only now, puppy.
But it’s all good (I guess…). Covid changed everything and I am capable to adapt to new circumstances once again.
If nothing else, there will be plenty of blog fodder for you. 😛
But that’s not really what I wanted to talk about.
On the way to the County on Friday, we stopped off at another family’s place first to pick up dog gear. Their puppy outgrew the travel cage and harness so it’s coming to us next.
It was a miracle we managed to leave at all, truth be told. Because first, we had car trouble. But I won’t bore you with stories about refurbished compressors that didn’t fit and extra driving to get the correct part…anyway, our mechanic is a superhero and sent us off with a beautifully functioning car that had working air conditioning so…all worked out in the end. Made it prior to cottage country traffic clogging the highways. 😀
Today we are heading to the beach. I will try on my bikini and hope it fits, eat too much picnic food as one does when vacationing, come back to have dinner and wine and hang some more with these two:
Winston is the smaller one, Patton the majestic one.