HELP - HE'S RETIRED!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A retired husband is often a wife's full-time job." Ella Harris
TODAY IS: Memory Day
THIS IS: National Animal Poison Prevention Week
Don retired last July. Everyone kept telling me he'd be underfoot and bugging me all the time. One woman told me her husband tried to tell her how to clean the house after he retired. She handed him the mop and told him to go ahead and do it his way.
When Don and I moved to the Cove permanently a little over three years ago, he was able to work from home four days a week. He would get up at ten a.m. and work until six or seven p.m.
That schedule was fine with me. I still had my freedom and my days all to myself. The only difference was that I was making lunch for two instead of one. So, when Don retired, not much changed. Well, not at first.
In the beginning, Don spent a lot of time on his computer reading blogs and cleaning out his files. He even played video games. I was still able to maintain my pre-retirement schedule. I had my cleaning day, my grocery shopping day, and my day to run errands.
Slowly, though, things started to change. Instead of going to the movies on Sunday afternoons, Don discovered that Tuesdays are senior days at the Downtown Disney AMC. Okay. That made sense. We could save a few bucks.
The next change he made was when we'd be going to the Disney theme parks. Why should we battle the huge crowds on weekends when we could battle slightly smaller crowds during the week? Well, that made sense, too.
Then Don thought we should also get Sea World and Busch Gardens annual passes. Tampa Bay Lightning hockey games were also thrown into the mix. (At least the hockey games were on a schedule.)
I am a person who works best on a schedule. I like to plan my week in advance...errands on Monday, groceries on Thursday, etc. I liked having my down time, too. I need time to read, write, garden, and have lunch with friends.
I was flustered and a bit annoyed at Don when he'd say something like, "Let's go to Animal Kingdom tomorrow?"
I'd answer, "I have grocery shopping to do."
"Do it Friday," he'd say.
Does this man not know me? Haven't we been married for close to 24 years? I have a schedule to keep!
It has taken a while, but I must admit that I'm adjusting nicely to this new life Don has created for us. I will even go so far as to say that I am really enjoying all of this busyness.
However, I am drawing the line at Universal...as much as I love them, please, no more theme parks.
P.S. Daisy benefits from her dad's retirement, too...he spends a lot more time with her!
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012
LAUGH OUT LOUD!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book." Irish Proverb
THIS IS: Professional Pet Sitters Week
We all enjoy a good, hearty laugh. Laughter reduces stress and tension, relaxes the entire body, boosts our energy, and can even protect our hearts.
Daisy Dog makes me and Don laugh out loud on a regular basis. Here's Daisy to tell you why.
The other day mom was standing in the bathroom facing her vanity table which has a big glass mirror on it. When I looked at the vanity, I saw another human in the room. In order to protect mom, I growled at that intruder and bared my teeth. I was ready to attack.
Mom didn't know what I was protecting her from until she looked at the vanity and saw the intruder, too. But instead of running from danger, she broke out into a fit of laughter. When mom left the room, the intruder was gone. She told dad about the intruder, and all he did was laugh, too. Go figure.
Then there was the time mom left the laundry basket on the floor in the kitchen. I pulled out this black strappy thing that she calls a bra and started slinging it around. I didn't like it when the straps caught around my nose. It took a while to get it untangled, and when it fell to the floor I let it stay there. I didn't want to get trapped again. I went back to the laundry basket and found a pair of dad's undies. I had so much fun gnawing at them and shaking them all about. There were no straps on those.
When Cyndy and Don got home, I heard the usual, "Look what Daisy got into this time." But they were too busy laughing at the extra leg holes I put in dad's undies for either of them to scold me.
Most recently, though, dad left the bedroom door open again by mistake. And we all know I can't resist the bathroom. When mom and dad came home, they didn't think my antics were so funny. Here's mom to tell you why because I'd just as soon forget it all happened.
There were a few things out of place when Don and I got home, and Daisy found a few familiar items in the bathroom she'd gotten into before. The Mickey we keep in the bathroom was now in the dining room along with my hair brush. Nothing was destroyed, so we didn't bother to scold Daisy. After all, it was Don's fault that the bedroom door was left open.
But then I saw a white blob on the carpet. Upon further inspection, I found it was a half-eaten bar of bath soap! Lever 2000 to be exact. I had just replaced that bar of soap in the shower that same morning. To make sure I wasn't hallucinating or something, I hurried to the bathroom and peeked into the shower. Sure enough, the soap was missing.
First, I scolded Daisy but good. Then I gave her a lecture about staying out of the bathroom and away from dangerous objects. She sat and listened attentively. I didn't know if the soap would kill her or just make her deathly ill. She was lively, playful, and ate all her food. She did drink a lot of water, but she showed absolutely no signs of distress...until the next day.
Yes, folks. Daisy pooped white, bubbly foam for two days!
One friend told us, "She'll be fine. It's amazing what lead stomachs dogs have." Another told us, "At least her digestive tract was getting a good cleaning."
But another friend said it best. "Well, at least her poop won't stink for a few days!"
Once Daisy was back to normal, that's when Don and I could really laugh out loud at the situation. Daisy laughed right along with us.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe so you don't miss a posting, please send an e-mail to daisydog1@cfl.rr.com with "subscribe" in the subject box. Ditto to "unsubscribe."
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Copyright 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book." Irish Proverb
THIS IS: Professional Pet Sitters Week
We all enjoy a good, hearty laugh. Laughter reduces stress and tension, relaxes the entire body, boosts our energy, and can even protect our hearts.
Daisy Dog makes me and Don laugh out loud on a regular basis. Here's Daisy to tell you why.
The other day mom was standing in the bathroom facing her vanity table which has a big glass mirror on it. When I looked at the vanity, I saw another human in the room. In order to protect mom, I growled at that intruder and bared my teeth. I was ready to attack.
Mom didn't know what I was protecting her from until she looked at the vanity and saw the intruder, too. But instead of running from danger, she broke out into a fit of laughter. When mom left the room, the intruder was gone. She told dad about the intruder, and all he did was laugh, too. Go figure.
Then there was the time mom left the laundry basket on the floor in the kitchen. I pulled out this black strappy thing that she calls a bra and started slinging it around. I didn't like it when the straps caught around my nose. It took a while to get it untangled, and when it fell to the floor I let it stay there. I didn't want to get trapped again. I went back to the laundry basket and found a pair of dad's undies. I had so much fun gnawing at them and shaking them all about. There were no straps on those.
When Cyndy and Don got home, I heard the usual, "Look what Daisy got into this time." But they were too busy laughing at the extra leg holes I put in dad's undies for either of them to scold me.
Most recently, though, dad left the bedroom door open again by mistake. And we all know I can't resist the bathroom. When mom and dad came home, they didn't think my antics were so funny. Here's mom to tell you why because I'd just as soon forget it all happened.
There were a few things out of place when Don and I got home, and Daisy found a few familiar items in the bathroom she'd gotten into before. The Mickey we keep in the bathroom was now in the dining room along with my hair brush. Nothing was destroyed, so we didn't bother to scold Daisy. After all, it was Don's fault that the bedroom door was left open.
But then I saw a white blob on the carpet. Upon further inspection, I found it was a half-eaten bar of bath soap! Lever 2000 to be exact. I had just replaced that bar of soap in the shower that same morning. To make sure I wasn't hallucinating or something, I hurried to the bathroom and peeked into the shower. Sure enough, the soap was missing.
First, I scolded Daisy but good. Then I gave her a lecture about staying out of the bathroom and away from dangerous objects. She sat and listened attentively. I didn't know if the soap would kill her or just make her deathly ill. She was lively, playful, and ate all her food. She did drink a lot of water, but she showed absolutely no signs of distress...until the next day.
Yes, folks. Daisy pooped white, bubbly foam for two days!
One friend told us, "She'll be fine. It's amazing what lead stomachs dogs have." Another told us, "At least her digestive tract was getting a good cleaning."
But another friend said it best. "Well, at least her poop won't stink for a few days!"
Once Daisy was back to normal, that's when Don and I could really laugh out loud at the situation. Daisy laughed right along with us.
Daisy Dog Blog is written bi-weekly, with a new post entered every other Wednesday. If you would like to subscribe so you don't miss a posting, please send an e-mail to daisydog1@cfl.rr.com with "subscribe" in the subject box. Ditto to "unsubscribe."
Next post: 3/21/12
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