Today's random prompt at Holidailies
is "Five Years Ago." I checked, and it seems the kitchen renovation was still underway. Those were good days - David was deployed, and Dolly, Noel, and I were all living in the back of the house while the front was re-done. A friend had lent me her dorm fridge and small microwave, and I ate a lot of take out. But the work got done, and it was beautiful. What a gift that was, and is.
As I recall, that's when Dolly started trying to get out of the yard and go wandering. She did it twice before I started keeping her in the house instead of the yard while I was at work. My dad got me a bracelet to remember her by, and I'm wearing it today. She was the world's greatest dog. I'm sure your dog is wonderful, but Dolly was the best. It's hard to believe she's been gone two years. Heck, the friend who waited for me at the vet's office the day I took her in has died since then, too. (Old age ain't fer sissies.)
My post-election blues is getting a little better. I think the president-elect is going to make George W. Bush look like a true Christian and a sensible adult in comparison. I hope we get through it. I hope Roe v. Wade survives. It won't if the vp-elect has any choice in the matter. There's a true misogynist for you. I often wonder why it is that men hate women so much, but I doubt even they know. (Doubt it? What do they call a man to insult him? Girl. Pussy. Bitch.)
I read an interesting article today on the Reverend William Barber and the Third Reconstruction.
I think I'm going to have to start doing more than despairing over the state of the world. (Updates as events warrant, I guess. I promise no munitions will be involved.)
Here's a cute picture, so I don't just go hide under my bed for four years.