Saturday, 1 December 2018

Thursday, 5 April 2018

When It Rains It Pours

As you all know, I spend a lot of time with my dog, Lola. And my husband, but he doesn't need the constant attention that Lola does - most days. So let me tell you a little story.

This past Valentine's Day, hubby and I were getting ready to have a nice dinner together when I heard this blood curdling scream outside.  I ran out thinking Lola was being attacked by a wild animal only to find her crawling up on our deck with the skin on her tummy hanging off.  We immediately rushed her to the vet who suggested that Lola had caught her tummy on something while she was careening around our backyard like a lunatic (which she does all the time) and it effectively scalped her.  The vet called it degloving (google it) and told us that he would have to keep her overnight to stitch her up.

We picked up a groggy girl the next day and were given instructions to keep her cone on, give her medication on a regular schedule and she could only walk on a leash at fifteen minute intervals (no free backyard runs) for the next 14 days.  So, dog and supplies in hand, we went home.

Everything was going well until Sunday when we went to a friend's house for brunch.  Lola was home with her cone on and brunch was lovely.  However, at 1:00 hubby felt unwell (queasy, vertigo and unsteady).  He had already spent 3 months in hospital last year and was nervous that this was happening again.  So, we went to the emergency ward.  I called a friend to check in on Lola and she was able to stay until 5.  We were still waiting for results from tests by then so I went home around 6:30 to check on Lola and she was fine.  I stayed till 9 and went back to the hospital to pick up hubby.  We left around 11:30 and headed home.  Hubby, by the way, was fine, but will be referred to a neurologist.

We were dismayed to find that Lola had removed her cone and taken out the majority of her stitches.  So shortly after midnight we headed to the vet to have her restitched.  After much lecturing and dirty looks (a story for another time) we left round 3:30 am with our newly stitched up dog.

I know she can't help herself, but it's so frustrating to see the damage that she can do to herself.

UPDATE:  It is now April 5 and I forgot to post this.  You will be happy to know that Lola and hubby are fine and none the worse for wear.  Now, if we can just get through the spring thaw and mud being tracked through the house.  Oh, the joys of having a dog.

Thursday, 11 January 2018

It's a New Dawn a New Day a New Year

Happy New Year Everyone!

Since my last post in November the temperatures have plummeted to unbelievably cold (my own technical term for -39), we've gotten a bazillion inches (another technical term) of snow, and are now about to get freezing rain.  Goody.  I love a challenge.  With my frozen shoulder, taking Lola for a walk has become somewhat of a test.  All 65 lbs. of her is excited and raring to go at breakneck speed and I'm somewhat less than breakneck.  I'm what you'd consider to be a dawdler at this stage, assessing every step for ice and foot traction.  The last thing I need at this point I to be careening over the ice and snow with abandon, with my shoulder recklessly at the mercy of whatever position I am unfortunate to land in. So, needless to say, our walks are few and far between.  On a positive note, for me at least, I have more time to stay indoors and write.  I have quite a number of weddings coming up and I am going to attempt to get ahead of the game and write the ceremonies early.  This gives me time to rewrite, edit, improve, discard and whatever else needs to be done before each big day.

My first wedding is coming up quickly in February.  It will be a small affair with only a small circle of friends and family.  From then on I have a couple in March, none in April, one in May, and a couple in each month after that.  None so far have any themes, so I don't have to go searching for new Star Wars quotes or elf lord vows.  It's something I love to do though and would welcome the opportunity should one arise.

So begins my composing.  Margaret Atwood or Stephen King I'm not.  But I do have my own quirky style. And I enjoy every minute of it.  Off I go!

Sunday, 26 November 2017

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Believe it or not, it was July when I started this post. As usual, life has gotten in the way and I got sidetracked.  A bit.  So, here it is the end of November already and I'm just getting back into the swing of things.  In the space of time since I began this particular post in July, we have lost a family pet, my husband was hospitalized for a serious blood disorder and I have injured my left arm to the point of excruciating pain.  But, as they say, life goes on.

What I was going to write about back in July was a wedding I officiated at that had a Lord of the Rings theme to it. Again I was in unfamiliar territory as I knew very little about the trilogy.  Sure, I had seen all of the movies and the Hobbit movies as well, but I didn't know it in depth.  So, off I go researching quotes, themes, storylines, etc.  All to work into a short, meaningful ceremony.  It was fun - and challenging.  But I managed to put together a sweet memorable ceremony that everyone liked.  Here is a brief part of the ceremony at the ring exchange.  It's lovely.

It is now time to exchange rings.  Wedding rings are a symbol of the journeys taken together, a completion of one story and the start of another.  Forged by the fires of compassion, compromise and love, not to be easily destroyed. To borrow (and alter) from Tolkien: Two rings to rule them all, Two rings will find them, Two rings to bring them all and in this marriage, bind them. 
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

I was lucky enough to be able to officiate at my daughter's wedding in September. She and her husband wanted something simple, but meaningful to them.  So, I put together a very personal ceremony that included moments of their lives over the past 8 years.  It was wonderful if I do say so myself. And, of course, it was a labour of love.

So, now I'm on to new ceremonies, new themes, new adventures.  I will try and keep up to date, but I can't promise anything.  Just that I'll try. Stay tuned.