Monday, May 12, 2014
one of the things that happened while I was on my “Spark Break” -
One of the days that I spent so much time working in the yard, I came in and fell asleep on the sofa. I was just exhausted. When I woke up Jack and Obie were in the house, but not Omar. No big deal because we have a dog door and the yard is fenced.
I got up and went to the bathroom, then went to the kitchen for a glass of water, checked the dog's water bowls, etc. The usual routine. After about 30 minutes or so of not seeing Omar come in the house, I went out in the yard to call him. Nothing. I went back in the house “OMAR? OMAR”, looked under the sofa and love seat (he likes to nap under there), checked every room in the house...no Omar. Back out in the yard: OMAR! OMAR! Nothing.
I was starting to panic. I told DH that I could not find Omar anywhere. DH kept looking around in the house while I went back out to walk the fence line in the backyard. Still no Omar.
The lady next door asked in broken English (she is Russian) if I was looking for 'the little doggy' and I told her I was. She said she had seen him running in the neighborhood. Then I really panicked.
I ran in the house and told DH that Omar had gotten out. DH headed toward the front of our small subdivision, I headed to the back. I saw some people out in their garage and asked if they had seen a “little shaggy dog, kind of a Benji type'. One of them had seen him running around at about 3:00. That was HOURS ago!
We are only 5 houses in from a very busy state highway. I was getting more and more worried. I walked back to the house behind us and asked if they'd seen Omar. Nope. While I was back there, I walked the outside of the fence line. No signs of any escape. All the gates were closed and locked (we keep padlocks on all the gates).
DH got in the car and drove about a mile or so in each direction. Thankfully, no signs that our little guy had been hit by a car. I put a notice on my FB page. Omar does wear his collar and rabies tag, so he could be traced back to us if somebody found him. I put Obie and Jack on their leashes and took them for a walk in the neighborhood, hoping Omar would see them and run up. Still nothing.
I was so sad...I just didn't think we'd ever see him again. I had found Omar at a park just over a year ago. And he had quickly become part of our family. Now it seemed he was gone.
It didn't really hit me until I fed Obie and Jack their dinner. I didn't have to put any food in Omar's bowl. I started sobbing. I sat down at the computer desk with my head in my hands. Obie came over to comfort me. That was at 6:00.
At 7:00, Obie and Jack started barking like crazy at the door that's behind me when I'm at the computer. My heart leapt with hope...please, please, please God...
and there he was! No sign of any harm. Just walked up to the gate. “I'm home. Can I still get dinner?”
I still don't know how he got out, and he hasn't done it since then. My suspicion is that DH let him out without realizing it. Omar will nose a door open if it's not closed all the way. DH is bad about not shutting the door all the way when he goes outside.
I also make a habit of saying goodbye to the boys when I leave, and giving them their treat (a baby carrot). That way I KNOW that all three of them are safely in the house when I go to work.
Oh...Omar had his adventure on a Saturday. The Monday after, as I was leaving for work, I noticed the side gate didn't have the lock on it. DH had mowed the lawn on Sunday. That night I had asked him, 'did you lock the gate?' and he assured me he did. I didn't go out and check for myself, which I usually do.
Omar's favorite napping spot is on my shoulder
Obie, Jack, and Omar
when my status mentions 'Pilates with 3 dog resistance' this is what I'm talking about
Friday, May 09, 2014
my boss has a buddy who is really going through some trying times.
This is a nice family of 4. The husband, Henry, has always been really healthy. He and my boss have had a push-up challenge for several years. They would email or phone each other with their monthly totals.
In the fall of 2010, their son was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma. Jake has battled, been through multiple chemo, and is just a fighter. He's currently in remission and is doing very painful physical therapy to try to repair the damage from the treatments. Seeing Jake go through this was understandably trying for the family. One of the ways that Henry would get out his frustration was by doing push-ups.
Last year, Henry was diagnosed with cancer. They thought it was in his tonsils. He's been through very aggressive chemo and is so sick and weak. The last doctor's appointment Henry was told the cancer may have spread to his brain. He goes for more tests next week.
The mom and daughter are physically healthy, but the entire family is just worn out. They have the greatest attitude, but I know they probably have some very dark moments when all of this just overwhelms them.
My boss told Henry that he would do Henry's push-ups. I'm going to do push-ups for Henry too.
I'll also ask the group at the personal fitness facility to participate.
we will send Henry a total count so he knows how many people are thinking about him and praying for him, and how many push-ups have been done in his honor.
anybody else want to join us?
Tuesday, May 06, 2014
I kind of vanished from Spark - totally unplanned.
the first issue was accessing the site from my phone. I don't know what was going on, but I just could not get to Spark. Then I got really busy at work, and I just had no time.
That was close to Ash Wednesday, so I decided I'd give up Spark for Lent. I also went vegetarian for Lent (ovo-lacto - gotta have my cheese). Giving up meat was pretty easy. Giving up Spark was not! When some of my dearest Spark friends Spark mailed me, it was SOOOO tough not to log on and let them know why I was staying away!
Easter Sunday I thoroughly enjoyed the ham mom baked (drool!), and planned to get back on Spark. But I was involved in some projects at home (landscaping stuff) and still really busy at work. By the time I came in at night, I was just too tired to even think about doing anything.
now the boxwoods planted across the front of the house in 1988 are gone (thanks, Mom!) and replaced by gardenias and azaleas. I have LOTS of fresh herbs planted (thanks, Mom!) and I've made a serious dent in pulling up the honeysuckle vines. It's still a work in progress, but this is a great time of the year for outdoor activities. Mom not only helped with the yard work (she LOVES to work in her yard), but she bought all the plants for me as a birthday gift.
I had asked my mom to help me out with this project (which I described as 'making our house look like somebody actually lives in it'). DH barely keeps the grass cut, and does practically nothing as far as housework.
I just get tired of doing E V E R Y T H I N G, ya know? Plus he's almost ALWAYS home. I prefer cleaning house when he's not there. When he traveled for business or would go on fishing trips with his buddies, I'd stay up all night the day he left getting the house spotless. Then I could enjoy my nice clean house the entire time he was gone. After about 15 minutes of DH being home, the house already looks messy. He's just a slob and a pack rat. But I do love him and he's my very best friend. So if being a slob is the worst thing about him, I can deal.
I do still get frustrated (obviously).
As if I needed something else in the midst of busy at work and busy at home, the race that I volunteer at every year was April 19th. Which happened to be the only open day in mom's schedule! So I was at the race at 6AM and left as soon as I could (just before noon). Mom was busy in the yard when I got home. I changed clothes and got busy! DH did help until I got home.
Between the three of us, we filled up a pick up truck AND the trailer mom's DH uses to pull his golf cart with yard waste! Since then I've filled up DH's truck once (working on the second truck load now).
I did get in a good bit of exercise (which I logged last night from the calendar where I had tracked everything) and usually did okay on eating.
some photos from my 'Spark time-out'
Lydia & I working at the 5k/10k
this is my mother's yard! Will mine ever look like this? Not bloody likely...but I know where to go when I need help!
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