Lost Lab and Owner are Re-united!
In this third and final chapter (blog post), there is a happy ending, and my Basset Hound, Happy, was happy about that. The lost black lab camped out with us for the weekend. Austin was growing fond of the lost pet and hoped that I would not be able to connect with the owner as he has been asking for another dog for 2-3 years. The low to the ground Basset has never been quite what he wants for a dog – he wants a large, rambunctious, roll and tumble dog to expend some of his energies with. Meanwhile, I continued with my research and endeavor to restore this very nice dog to its owner. Multiple attempts to reach city animal control/ “dog pound” were to no avail, especially on the weekend and reaching the voice mail with NUMEROUS automated options got old fast. The rabies tag had the name
Lost Dog Saga Continues
It turns out that not only am I super mom, but a crafty detective as well. I guess I have some idea now of what I may do in retirement or possibly in the “next life”. So, Friday afternoon kicks off with totally re-arranged plans for the week-end with the abrupt arrival of an unknown quite large frisky male black lab dog. He, of unknown origin and name is to lodge with our family over the week-end and who knows how long. You have to understand, this was also much of a disturbance to our gentle, sedate Basset Hound, Happy, who has been an “only dog” for over 8 years now. She kept looking at me as if to say, “How could you let this happen to our peaceful little setting”? Austin and Lydia and numerous friends coming and going thought it was a grand idea to adopt another pet. Adopt?
Lost and Found
There is simply never a dull moment at my house. As if three teenagers and Grandma don’t provide enough entertainment, let’s just add one more variable to the mix on a Friday afternoon. Just as I took some deep breaths at the prospect of a quiet week-end about to unfold, the cards began to fall in a different way than I had planned. That is what I get for even thinking about a peaceful plan! First off on Friday am, the news came that Austin’s out of town soccer tournament was cancelled due to wet soggy field conditions. Darn! Tim was to head out of town with him for the WHOLE weekend and I was to remain at home with the “low risk” Grandma and just Lydia – a piece of cake I thought. Now the landscape changed and I had no choice but to re-group and reconsider my “quiet
College Cards Begin To Fall
I’ve spent the better part of the past 10 months educating myself on the “how to” of applying to colleges, aligning deadlines, consulting with various experts, searching the Internet, studying virtual tours of campuses, organizing files and data, prioritizing, making phone calls, sending emails, visiting colleges and attending art portfolio reviews, all right along side of Kass, my high school senior in waiting. After several down and dirty jam sessions at the kitchen table last summer, the whole college application matter began to capture Kassiane’s attention (almost) as much as it was mine. She began to take it seriously and tuned in to the details and requirements to help get this machine called “applying to college” launched. She found that fellow art school mates were furiously at it as well and realized that time was of the essence to get the ball really rolling. The fall was chock full of
Soap, Suds, Foam and Water
Can anyone guess where on Earth this is leading? Just when I had written a blog on “Pre-Empty Nest Syndrome” and was sitting quite comfortably at my computer desk on a gray winter day, with NO teens at home at the moment, I came to face a shocking discovery, a mini disaster, if you will. Let me back track a bit. Indeed, I am facing the new phenomena of pre-empty nest syndrome, that is, the teens being more and more mobile, going constantly to and fro,with endless social plans, outings, over night stays etc…. leaving my husband and me to a few more quiet undisturbed moments than we’ve had in 18 years. All sounds good, right? So, the teens exit stage right; but Grandma (my mom), enters stage left! You’ve heard of this phenomena also – the sandwich scenario, whereby, before you can completely launch your own dependents, i.e., the teens,
