Beloved made the causal observation today that society has become a little too casual in what is acceptable public behavior these days. There was a time, he pointed out, when personal grooming habits would never take place in public. Nowadays we are blessed with watching people shave, do their hair and put on makeup while driving their vehicles.
Just today he witnessed a person eating cereal while navigating the roadways. ThIs person, Beloved pointed out, was supposed to be paying attention to the road, not the milk dribbling down his chin. Of course Beloved was also annoyed because this person was chewing with an open mouth.
He also was blessed to witness another indivudal do some excavating of her nasal cavities. Granted he did not need to watch this, and yet like a person going past an accident he felt appalled and amazed that someone would do this. In a coffee shop. A public coffee shop.
Between these images and his description of people’s underwear (they were displaying them through holes in sir clothes or low riding pants) I am wondering if maybe we haven’t gotten a bit too casual about causal behavior. Or am I just getting too old?
Someone in this household needs to work on her manners. Wait. What? You thought we were going to talk about me? Okay, sure my manners could be brushed up on. Let’s face it, the majority of us can brush up on our manners.
But enough of that, we are talking about th four-footed one. She really needs to work on her manners. She chews with her mouth open, interrupts when someone else is talking with whining. Oh…no I mean yes she does those things, but that’s not what I’m complaining about.
She currently is running under the assumption that she owns the entire sidewalk and woe to anyone else who happens to be on what she considers to be hers. She will bark at you. If she is on a leash when Beloved is walking her she will try and lunge at the other person. (She tried that with me twice and that was it.) Beloved can’t understand why she doesn’t behave he same way with him as she does when she is with me.
She does need to work on her listening skills in general as she’s as apt to ignore a sit command as she is to follow it. I’d like to think it’s a manners thing rather than an owner thing, but of course it will be an owner thing. It always is.
And then there is this need to spray people with water right after she has had a drink. This is new by the way. We never used to spray people with. We used to drink and politely let the water dribble off our chin/beard. But now we spray people. Liberally. With water from our water dish.
You see manners are lacking. If we want to take her out in public we must work on manners. Otherwise she will never get out with us. On the other hand, Beloved seems to enjoy whole sidewalks to himself as well as patios at th coffee shops.
We had a small accident in the house today. Someone, who shall remain nameless, decided to do a lot of laundry. This same person, who sorted the laundry into piles of white, cream, pale colors, dark brown, dark blue, greens, yellows, blacks and greys plus I’m sure more piles also decided to leave the cap loosely on the detergent. This person claimed it was for ease while doing the laundry.
That same person, still remaining nameless, seems to have forgotten about the curious whirlwind that is known as the four-footed one, and how nothing is safe from her. Needless to say each pile of carefully sorted clothing was thoroughly investigated and rolled upon. At some point during a vigorous rolling session the detergent got knocked over.
And being a curious girl, the four-footed one naturally checked out this blue, different smelling liquid. She did not lick it or eat the detergent, she simply rolled in it and spread the stuff all throughout the room. And all through her fur. Once she had thoroughly coated herself she came to find us.
With pride and much joy she took us down to the laundry room to show us her latest art work. The person who left the cap off the detergent had to clean up the mess while the other person struggled to bathe the bundle of curiosity. Suds in th bucket indeed!
There is something magical in those days before the shift from one season to another. Sometimes it is the bubbling sense of relief as you come out of one season and look into the upcoming one with hope and wild intentions. Sometimes it is with a touch of sadness or longing as you peer into the next season, feeling as if you never got to really enjoy the one that is now leaving.
This morning, as the four-footed one and I were out on our ramble, I felt the touch of fall in the air. A coolness and sharpness to the air went along with the full apple trees and suddenly all grown up rabbits. Summer is sliding quickly away now, the heat of the day’s slowly slipping into a cooler time.
I’m not really ready for fall yet, I decided as we walked past someone’s incredible flowerbeds. The flowers standing out as bright, brash colorful splotches against the dulling grass, now more golden than green. It isn’t just the colors that I will miss as summer disappears. I will miss the whispered warmth of the sun trying to kiss my skin while I dance back to the shade. I will miss the incredible birdsong that greets me in the morning.
Yes the fall, at least around here, will have its own burgeoning colors. The trees shall be wrapped in gold, orange or red before the leaves finally fall to the ground below. And then the trees, their bare limbs waving in the cold wind, will act as a reminder that we are heading into the barren and dead time of winter.
The four-footed one though seems to enjoy these moments when we hang between two seasons, neither too hot nor too cold. She finds new smells, new friends to make and each familiar place has acquired something a little different. She bounces into each day with enthusiasm and joy. She fears not letting go of one season for another, instead she lets each moment be a whole new adventure. Today’s adventure for her wasn’t the weather, it was discovering fallen apples in places where she could sample them with ease. And sample them she did!
It’s been one of those days. It started off okay, but quickly became one that was full of too much. Or maybe it isn’t so much that it was too much as it was a case of me not having enough energy for everything. Not that it really matters in the end because the results are the same.
The results can be explained as follows: pain, frustration, exhaustion and a degree of anger. And that’s just within myself. If anyone has to deal with me during one of these days, well I pretty sure their list has my results plus others!
So how does a person with lupus end up with one of these days? Sometimes this person may overestimate what s/he is capable of doing for that period of time. Sometimes what s/he thought would go a certain way ends up going a different way. And sometimes, well sometimes lupus just steps in and has a say in things.
So the person, this person, cannot always change that. But this person can try and make the best of things where possible. One these days, this person tends to retreat to be on her own and uses the time to read and rest. Or at least not have to infect other people with the miserable mood that settles upon her.
And some days, sometimes, despite it all, this person ends up with tears down her cheeks. But tears can be an emotional release which helps too.
We have a large box filled with an assortment of Lego. We do not have children in our house so the Lego may seem a little odd. We also have a mat to go on the floor, a mat with cushion in it for the times Beloved feels like creating with Lego.
I was surprised to encounter an adult, Beloved, who was not aware of Lego beyond it being some toy beyond his reach. As he got older Lego was simply not an interest, until one of his nephews received some for a gift. At which point he became interested in Lego. Interested enough to buy himself some, under the guise that his nephew may come to visit and would need something to play with.
Somehow despite his nephews and nieces growing up into adults, he still buys Lego now and then. For himself. For those moments when he is puzzling over something and needs to step away from it and let things just happen.
We have a bottom shelf on one of our bookcases dedicated to children books. Because sometimes you need to revisit the stories of your childhood. In other cases because you never got to read those books when you were a child.
What we did not have, until this weekend was coloring hooks and pencil crayons. Apparently these help relax the mind. Only I ended up stressing out over choosing the color to start with so maybe I will leave mine for Beloved.
My four-footed companion has a taste for berries. This time of year it happens to be raspberries. Earlier she was all about the strawberries. She will also eat blueberries a d blackberries with much joy. Mind you this is the same companion that happily consumes cherries, apples, watermelon and honeydew. Now before you get upset, she only get the tiniest of portions if any from me.
The problem lies at the end of the neighbor’s garden. This is where the berries grow and where the cherries fell off the tree. Not that she goes into the garden, but some tasty morsels of delicious fruit always are outside the fence. And it is outside the fence that she samples on these delicious bits.
I had no clue she knew how to pick a berry or knowing how to pick a ripe one while leaving unripe ones to ripen up. I certainly never taught her so I shall assume it is in her nature. And since dogs aren’t pure carnivores it makes sense.
She also only takes two berries a day, never more and never less. And since the raspberries are towards the end of their season with apples now starting to fall from the tree I’m sure this is what she will try to sample next. Will she know enough not to eat the seeds or will she at least swallow them whole?
While we can learn a great deal through experimentation, this is not an area I am for this practice. Much like I’m sure I did as a child, the four-footed one bristles at my efforts to prevent her from harm. For now she is safe and satisfied with raspberries.