The Magic Of A Hug

Some days you just need a hug. Maybe even more than one hug.  And if you are blessed with someone in your life who can give you a hug on demand, you are blessed beyond words.

I am not blessed with someone who can always give me hugs on demand,  I mean the four-footed one has adventures to go and insects to sample.  She has puddles to splash in and grass to roll on.  In other words, she just isn’t always available to give me a hug.  Then there is that whole idea of wanting to give me a hug.  She doesn’t always want to give me a hug.

Sure there is Beloved, when he isn’t tied up wth work or travel or such.  And again there is that whole wanting to hug etc. But Beloved has a different way to supply me with hug.  You see he thinks warm drinks and soups are the answer thugs when the person isn’t able to give you a physical hug.

So Beloved made soup today.  He made potato soup and vegetable soup.  He made chicken noodle soup and dumplings.  I mean he just went crazy with soup.  And he made tea, bcause naturally tea is a hug as well.  For me, he chilled the tea, but for him he had it hot.  The soup, well most of that will be frozen until I, or he,mis in need of a hug.  Or are too lazy to cook.

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A Different Picnic Style

Beloved had decided to take the four-footed one for a walk with a picnic at the end before returning home.  I had planned on staying home and doing a whole pile of nothing.  Well not because I was lazy, although there is nothing wrong with a full day of nothing either, but because lupus was happily active and stealing my energy and health.

The four-footed one went happily enough with Beloved for the walk, but she was dead set against the picnic.  Beloved wasn’t sure if it was because the four-footed one has a love-hate relationship with ants or if it was bcause he failed to back a nice blanket for them.  At any rate she wasn’t having a thing to do with the picnic.  She was so against it that she was not even interested in food.  So they ended up just coming back.

The four-footed one decided that she did want a picnic, just not outside.  Instead she vocally advocated to have the picnic in the house.  On our bed which I happened to be resting on.  The fact I wasn’t interested in crumbs on my bed was irrelevant to her.  She was hungry and had been promised a picnic.  So she pulled out her puppy dog eyes to use on Beloved and I and she leaned against me as if to say “please let me have my picnic”.

Beloved gave in and picnic on the bed commenced.  And after picnic?  She was already on the bed so stretching out for a nap, was as easy as just stretching out.  No need to find a comfortable spot because she already found it.

Pictures Don’t Tell The Truth

The four-footed one loves to have her picture taken.  Just tell her you want to take her picture and she will look up, all sweet and innocent, even if the moment before she was being a little devil.  I’m not really sure if she understands having her picture taken, but she seems to.  And she doesn’t seem to mind either.

I’ve never been a large fan of having my picture taken.  After I started tea tempt for luous it got even worse.  I mean it’s hard to want your picture taken when you feel awful.  It’s hard to be cheerful or smile when all you can think about is the brilliant red rash across your cheeks.  And please don’t ask me to smile of be anywhere near having my picture taken when I have had prednisone.  

Prednisone makes me look and feel unpretty, and hungry.  And it’s impossible to feel beautiful, or even okay looking when you have gained a lot of weight and have a huge, round face.  It’s just so hard sometimes. 

But sometimes you can’t choose the treatment that works with lupus..  Sometimes you have to settle for being so hungry you could and would eat everything in sight.  Sometimes you have to settle for a round face, weight gain and feeling unpretty just to save your organs.

But you can choose to realize that what is staring at you when you look in e mirror is still a beautiful person.  The vision in the mirror is just distorted.  And it’s okay because you have bigger things to focus on, such as your health and how incredible you are.  So let the distorted visit be in the mirror because it will disappear soon enough.  But your amazingness will stay and sometimes pictures don’t show it well enough.

A Delightful Surprise 

Have you ever spent time planning what you were going to have when you knew you’d be going to a restaurant?  We had made plans to go to a lace a week ago.  I checked the menus and pictures of the food.  I read reviews and took my time really reading the menu.  I had ideas of what I would eat.  

And when we got to the restaurant, I was feeling confident.  I knew what I was having.  Except the menu they gave us was not at all like the one online.  All my planning was for not.  So I was still left with that feeling of not being sure exactly eat I would have.  No pictures, no reviews.  Just go wth your gut and hope it’s all good.

The food was wonderful and to be honest I’m glad the menu was different.  I know that sounds silly , but by the time I was going to order based on what I made up my mind to have before, I was kind of blasé about it.  This was such a delightful surprise.

Not that I’m always thrilled with these types of surprises.  I mean there are times that I’ve really wanted something and planned for it only to be told it wasn’t available.  It’s a bit crushing to be honest.  I know, we are talking about food, but sometimes you can taste it long before you get it.  And when it’s suddenly not there when you really want, it’s rather hard to accept.

The Thief

A few years ago I lost my bed.  Well if you want to get technical I did not lose it so much as it got taken over by a the four-footed one.  Yes you read that right.  A wee dog, the size of a shoe box took over my large bed.  Don’t ask how because I’m still trying to figure that out.  I figure it’s dog magic of some sort!

To be honest I thought that was going to be the only thing she took over, other than my heart that is.  I was wrong friends. Oh so very wrong!  She basically fooled  me into a sense of false trust and what have you.  Something about puppy eyes and bidding her time.

She took over a quilt a few months ago.  Just randomly took it over by sitting on it and then just making it her’s.  So okay I could get on board with the quilt on account of the fact it was on a bed.  So it’s sort of similar to her taking over my bed.  Or maybe I’ve just come to accept that all things bed related may be fair game to her.

But now she’s taken over my chair.  Not just any chair, but the chair I use when I’m reading or working.  She just hopped up into it and curled up into a ball of cute, sleeping puppiness.  And each time she’s left the chair and I’ve managed to use it, she waits for me to leave so she could reclaim her throne.  Pretty sure this is not a game of who owns the throne, but you try telling her that.  Oh and if you could get my throne back for me…

Making Friends

The four-footed one is not shy about making friends.  Or rather not shy about running up to see if she can make a new friend.  She is a throw-caution-into-the-wind kind of girl.  Of course she is also a moody being at times so this making of friends is sort of hit and miss right now.

Today she decided to make a new friend, or at least tried to.  Except I got in the way of this budding friendship she was pursuing.  Yes I am mean that way.  Mostly because I didn’t approve of this new friend-to-be.  I didn’t like the look of him.

I know, that sounds shallow and petty, but it is true.  I kind of have a thing with legs you see.  Two legs are good.  Four legs, not a problem.  Beyond that, I get uncomfortable.  This new friend she was seeking had like a hundred legs with little hook like ends on them.  So yeah I didn’t approve.  

The way I see it, anything that is long with a segmented body and a hundred legs is not rally a friend of mine.  Can’t really trust it.  Besides it may be poisonous.  

And knowing the four-footed one, if she didn’t make friends with the many-legged creature, she would try to eat it.  And I suspect that wouldn’t go well.

Change Piles

Nickels, dimes, and a small glass of wine.  That was what she said she needed.  She could pay for the wine wth the small pile of nickels and dimes she collected from her bag earlier.  She said the wine helped with the memories, tempering them and making the sweeter some how.

Who was I to ask or judge?  My experience with wine started when I was younger, and you could buy it in plastic jugs.  Large jugs.  As far as I recall, that wine never tempers squat nor made things seem any sweeter.  And back at that time I really didn’t have a lot of heavy bags or miles behind me.

So yeah who was I to judge the fact that she had a pile of nickels and dimes in front of her while she nursed a small glass of wine.  And so what if it wasn’t even two in the afternoon yet.  I have no clue what time her day started or what it involved.  So instead I smiled as she explained her way of paying for the wine and I waited.  I was curious how many glasses she could pay for, but at the same time I didn’t want to wait around and see.

As I was pondering which would come first, Beloved came from the back room.  Clearly I was finished waiting long before she ran out of her pile of change.

I know I have a loose pile’of change in my bag too.  I wonder what I would do with it.  What would I buy?  Right now I carry it for when I need chnage.  But if there comes a time when I don’t need it the same, what will I dump my pile of change out to buy for memories or what have you.