Today was a up lifting day. I've had a problem for the last many weeks of fighting a really bad, unmotivated depression, being physically ill, unable to get out of bed, not taking care of myself to the point of not brushing my teeth for 4 days, staying in my pjs for the same amount 24 hours a day, being totally dependent on my hubby for all sustenance. And our roommate, Frank. Previous posts have detailed some of the biggest battles I have been going through. But I have been paying attention to my medication schedules, attending my therapy and trying to get back in touch with God by praying and telling Him my troubles and asking for guidance.
I'm starting to feel better. For the past 3 days I have gotten up, gotten dressed and gotten out. I haven't made it back to church yet, because of the snow, but I'm making steps. The next is to uncover my bible from the pile of books on my nightstand and start reading again.
I was going to try to take it easy and sleep in until 10am after hubby kissedme goodbye and left for work. But just as I was settling back in, my neighbor Janice called me to tell me hubby was in the Bug, Kiggy, and stuck just outside our driveway, blocking part of the road. So I got up, opened the window, and called down to him asking if he needed help. He said yes, so I threw on my jacket and scarf, and snow boots then ran outside. We tried me in the car with him pushing forward, then him pushing us backwards. We tried to dig out snow from under the car, tried to put some plastic bin lids under the tires for traction, but nothing worked. Janice had come out and helped too. I ended up going in and calling AAA. While I was on hold, I got up and looked out the window since hubby didn't come back in after a while. The car was gone! By sheer frustrated determination, he got the car out! We've had two major snowstorms and our road is a mess! Hubby called me when he got to the main roads, which were fine. We agreed he shouldn't come home for lunch.
Then I texted Holly, who was going to pick me up for lunch at 1130am, and she told me Abbie, her two year old, really wanted to go now, so could she pick me up at 1015? I said sure and got ready. Told her to not try to park near the curb or in the driveway.
We had a good lunch and I gave her the present I had gotten for her, a stuffed pillow in the shape of the poo icon with a smiling face on it. She laughed and loved it. I told her it was for her desk in her call center so when she has those hard customers, she can just talk to the poo. Guaranteed to make she smile!
We went to the grocery store after that then she dropped me off at home. As we pulled up to my house, my neighbor was stuck coming out of his drive too! So we got out and tried to push him forward and back, to no avail. Some guys were coming towards us, one of them my neighbor from the other side, and he was walking/running pretty fast yelling "Call 911", and ran down the street. So I called 911 and walked over to my walk to see the car and guy in his drive he was trying to get away. They guy saw me and pulled out and drove away. I made an awful witness, couldn't tell the dispatcher much.
In the meantime, Holly had unloaded my groceries on my groceries onto the porch and left to her dentist appointment. When another guy and I got Joe dug out and pushed out of the snow grooves, I went back home.
Now yesterday I had picked up a stray dog from my niece's place as she found it, had spent two days looking for the owner, but couldn't keep it. Neither of us wanted it to go to the pound so I picked him up. It's a little dog, part chihuahua and mixed with dogs to give him a small body but long legs and a tail that curls. On the drive over to my parents to have them check to see if he had a microchip, he insisted on riding on my lap. He was so much like my old dog, Birthday Girl. She was a mix breed chihuahua too with long legs and curly tail. So I was used to having a dog on my lap, standing on my arm looking out the window while I drove. He just wanted to be close to me. My parents weren't home so I drove straight over to Walmart, carried the little guy in and fitted and bought him a harness and leash. I also picked up a bag of small dog food.
Then I called hubby and told him that my niece had found the dog out in the snowstorm on Monday, when it was really bad out. And how they searched for the owners for two days but her dog is protective of her and wasn't letting the little guy close. She was afraid it might get hurt so I took it. We would look for a lost pet notice on the Humane Society board. But he had no tags, no collar, no nothing. I picked up lunch for hubby and drove over so he could eat and meet the dog. He was charmed, the dog was a cuddler. I told him I was naming him Revy, after a hotel in Sweden in the book I was reading called Room 10. It's a murder mystery that revolves around Room 10 in the hotel. Just like Revy was a mystery. He laughed and said ok, but you know we can't keep him. But I say that every times, and look at us now!
I went home and introduced Revy to the gang. From holding him, I wanted to give them a chance to smell him, then leave my dogs on the main floor, while I gated them there, and I took Revy up to my bedroom so we could spend a little time just relaxing. He slept on me the whole time.
I did eventually get him over to my parents, who have a microchip reader, and they scanned him. He does not have one. So much for that. And there was no lost pet post placed.
He stayed with me and slept with me all night. We took him out often, not knowing his history if he was house broken or not. But no accidents. The dogs all got to know one another and by today, are fine together. Revy is as small as a cat and a male so was no threat to any of them.
So when I went out today, I felt good about leaving him home with the others. After all the hub bub, when I was carrying in the groceries, Revy got out the front door and fast walked down the street. I was right behind him, following as quickly as I could, calling to him but to no avail. Finally he turned into a driveway, then up to their walk and went up on their porch. As all the snow is about two feet deep and he is the size of a cat, I was able to catch up with him and pick him up.
When we got back home, I carried him in one arm and picked up and brought groceries in with the other. I didn't put him down until the door was firmly closed!
I love this dog! He wants to be held and carried all the time and stay with me at all times!
Tomorrow I will be going to the mandatory Docent meeting at the Zoo. It's a potluck so I picked up a container of potato salad that was marked down for quick sale. Since we are eating it all tomorrow, I'm not concerned. Then in the afternoon, I'll be going to the Docent afternoon session of school to get my CEC that is required. Hubby is going to drive me up and pick me up at 345pm.
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