Le Sigh!

 

The toy "in jail"?  It was just so cute, with the upside-down face looking like shifty eyes, if you don't realize that mid-forehead crease is in fact a smile, upside down.

This has been a week without much to "write home about".  On Tuesday, Ember went to day care, and I worked out with the trainer.

On Wednesday I tried out some supposedly leak-proof undies.  They weren't.  They did not make it through a grocery run.

Ember joins the package in the x-pen!

It's has not been much of an eventful week.  

On Sunday, Ember and I drove by the school where FGC was playing his basketball game.  My son was subbing in as assistant coach, and the regular coach was under the weather, so the regular assistant was being coach.  Also helps that the assistant coach is FGC's best buddy's dad, and the two dads get on well.  We were a bit late arriving, and I didn't want to disrupt the event, so I did not go in, but it was a good outing for the pup.

MLK day (Monday) there was an "ICE Out" protest downtown at the State Capitol, but Ember and I did not venture out.  Tuesday, she went to day care and I worked out with the trainer.  Wednesday, we went to get groceries in the morning and took recycles to the bins at the high school in the afternoon.  Just normal human errands, but my girlie likes to come along.

Thursday, she had day care again, and I did my usual house cleaning thing.  And laundry.  

When I went to pick Ember up at daycare, there was the cutest little terrier mix in for a health check.  Older dog.  According to the gent holding her leash, Piper was about to be up for adoption, as she had lost her family.  She was so gentle, and loving, and pretty and soft.  I let Ember touch noses and sniff with her as we were leaving, but I tell you, my heart wanted to scoop her up and bring her home.  I did not do so, and probably have missed my opportunity to do so, because she's a real cutie, and I hope she finds a new fur-ever home quickly.

Imagine the photo of Ember above with a little white Westie mix about 1/4 her size...

Friday morning, I woke to temperatures below zero, Fahrenheit.  Brrrr!  But Ember and I went through our usual morning routine for the most part.  It was Simparica Trio day for Ember.  I had just done the flea treatment for Prisoner earlier in the week.  We are hunkered down for the next couple of days, due to the cold weather!

We are having to reset when we get the cousins together for what was supposed to be Saturday's luncheon.  Since I've already got the reservation made, we're swapping out to have DIL's mom come instead of my niece.  No fun going out for ethnic food when your smell and taste are gone, per the niece, who just got home from a trip to find she had caught Covid-19, as had her roommate.  "Le Sigh!"

Life is good.  Keep on Sparking!

 

  

Winter resumes

 

The chill factor is back.  Mother Nature has remembered to check the calendar and delivered up a January style day!

Ember is a happy pup, having enjoyed three days in day care in a row.  Her hu-mom is mostly exhausted from peopling, but the peopling was both fun and productive.

The dentist found two things that need to be repaired, so an appointment has been made for that follow up.  

The eye doctor pronounced my glaucoma as "stable" and we settled that I don't need to go see him on a regular basis anymore. The regular eye doctor can monitor anything that might need specialist attention.  If that happens, he can refer me at that point. Yay!  Only one eye doctor!

Reminders of who I used to be...  

I was in for a surprise at the financial guys' breakfast meeting on Thursday.  On the walk from the car park into the building, I was randomly asked by another client whether I had ordered this cold snap!  I said I probably used up my budget for nice weather, so yes, of course I'm responsible!

It turned out that this couple and I sat next to each other at breakfast, and over the course of the usual chit-chat it came to light that she's of my generation, and also trained in engineering school, but she married an ag worker and moved to the Western part of the state where the work she could get was as a teacher... so she spent her working life teaching math.  We swapped stories about our experiences in college as women in engineering fields. We laughed over things like the introduction of calculators and the high-end slide rules of our day.  I left there with warm memories of "who I used to be" back before I became a triathlete or a dog lady.  I had found a new friend with whom I'd be ecstatic to spend more time, if ever we get the chance.  Even if we don't, we recognized one another as kindred spirits.  It's amazing what it feels like for those of us who are retired, to revisit our professional lives with the fuzzy pink of good humor!

Thinking of the month ahead...

Ember and I have a normal weekend and week ahead.  On Saturday the 24th, I'm hosting my son, his wife, their foster kiddo, and my son's cousin for lunch.  I haven't seen the two cousins together since the year her mom passed, back in 2013!  This is a friendship / cousinship I'd like to see grow.  Both of them are "singletons" at this point in their lives, being adults with no living siblings.  That description also fits my daughter in law. 

The last week of January and the first week of February introduce the next "medicalizing week."  Friday the 31st of January, feeding into Tuesday the 3rd of February I have the annual exam stuff: the blood draw, Medicare "wellness" interview, then the annual physical with the "real" doctor. Then dental work identified at Wednesday's visit is slated for the 5th.  I hope that will be the end of all this stuff until July, when we start the cycle all over again.

I'll close out with greetings from The Prisoner, in the sunshine through the window, from Wednesday morning.  Ember wasn't the only one who was happy that she got three day care days this week!

Life is good.  Keep taking good care of yourselves, keep Sparking!

Keeping Calm and Carrying on

 

Testing, 1-2-3!  I took this photo with night vision at about 8:30 p.m. on Wednesday, January 7th, 2026.  That's the same tree I sometimes have in the foreground of sunrise shots, so it's looking a little bit south of east.  I'm posting here to see how well it transfers, but Orion is somewhat hidden between the branches of that tree.  This is a nostalgia shot to prove to myself that my childhood memories of watching Orion rising and marching across the sky as dad drove us home from grandma's house at the end of a long holiday visit are not faulty.  It's not easy to see against a light webpage background, but it is visible.

As of Saturday morning (the 10th), we are still a little above the average January temperature.  We have dropped back into abnormally dry conditions, overall, but not fully into a drought yet.  It's still below the freezing mark, so I'm still reluctant to go out dog-walking because of my Reynaud's, so car rides it is!  I am so glad that Ember eventually outgrew her car sickness, because this is a way to exercise her dog-brain, too.

Speaking of the 10th of January, this year marks 98 years since the birth of my father.  Dad's been gone now for a little over 26 years, but dates are something that stick in the brain, or at least in mine.  The other birthday memory of dad was the year that my brother Kevin (a.k.a. MOBYCARP from Spark days) ran a race on Dad's birthday.

I think it was a half marathon, named appropriately "Winter Warrior" or some such, but the photo he posted showed ice in his beard.  I think the FB post was in 2013. 

Somehow in my mind I tie them (dad and brother) together because of that.  My brother even mentioned at the time that he dedicated the race in honor of dad.

I am once again trickling out "new toys" that arrived this month.  One of her new favorites is a beaver head ball that bounces in unexpected ways because of the ears and the teeth on its surface.  Sunday morning was chilly (19℉) so I tossed it outside from the deck, and off she raced to retrieve it.  Five of those cycles and I have a dog that's tired enough to put herself down for a puppy nap.  

Another "new" favorite is a "lump of coal" in a dodecahedron shape.  Not sure just what the material is, but it squeaks and bounces, and she likes to chew on it.

I have a few more in reserve for when she needs an extra stimulus.  

A big beef bone came in the Chewy box that arrived on Sunday afternoon.  She happily chewed on it for two full hours.  This is during the time of day when she gets most restless, so the peace was wonderful.

The fur-coated automated jiggly toy died earlier on Sunday.  But I have another on "autoship" order for next month.  She really likes these.  If I limit her time with certain toys, they last longer (more sessions).

Monday I awakened to a restless pup, and we worked out some of that with a car ride, and some with giving her "rubbish" to tear up.  An empty oatmeal box with crumpled paper and an empty soda bottle was her makeshift puzzle of the morning.  It's how I keep the toy budget within reason!

The crud that's going around hit my son's household on Friday and over the weekend.  First it hit FGC, and they kept him home from school with a fever.  Saturday my son came down with it, and he kept himself quiet both Saturday and Sunday, preserving his recovery so that he was OK to go to work on Monday.  DIL got lucky, knock wood, and so far, has not succumbed.  Her mom had been with a larger social group for a birthday party on Saturday and came home with a rising temperature.  She recovered quickly and is also OK on Monday.  Her dad has been lucky, too, again, knock wood, and I'm not exhibiting symptoms, but kept myself to myself and to Ember, Friday through Monday, to protect upcoming peopling this week.

I have the trainer on Tuesday, the dentist on Wednesday, and the eye doctor for the glaucoma check on Thursday as well as a breakfast with the investment dudes.  Ember gets three full day care days.  That will make her happy, and hopefully less of that restless pup I saw on Monday morning.

Monday afternoon it was absolutely gorgeous out and nearly 60℉, so we actually got out for a sniff-a-palooza of a walk in the neighborhood.  My restless pup is now a very happy one!

Life is good.  Keep Sparking!

Onward with no resolutions!

 

45 minutes before sunrise, on Monday the 5th of January 2026.  It's coming, you can see that it's on its way, painting the clouds!

I have made NO resolutions for the new year.  Just to survive it, I guess.  Keep on breathing with each new day.  Try to still be a good person when the part of my identity that is as a US citizen gets smeared by a leadership team that does not believe in following the rule of law, either our own or in any global sense.  I do not like to think of myself as a "bully", but the things that have been done "in my name", "on my behalf" in the past year are disturbing.  

I am keeping my head down and trying to do the things I need to do to keep my little household and my furry friends going.

Tuesday January 6th, epiphany.  Ember went to day care.  My trainer wasn't feeling well, so that's been shifted to Thursday this week.  I went round the house with the vacuum, did mostly human laundry, but one load of dog towels.  The x-pen is slowly shrinking in the parlor.

I keep shifting things around, trying to make it roomier.  On Wednesday morning, January 7th, I took a photo of Ember with two of her "stuffies" on her cushy dog bed in the now "naked" corner of the parlor.  Such a good girl!

Does this look roomier?

Our human errand run on Wednesday morning was to drop physical payments in the post office mailbox.  After reading a couple of disturbing things online about changing rules surrounding taxes, I wasn't going to trust even the official mailbox around the block from me.

Oh, what were the disturbing things that I read?  First, that the IRS is discontinuing the IRS file direct application.  Which essentially means if you used this in the past, now you're likely to either have to find another free tax filing app or pay for one of the tax filing applications.  The link is to a recommended article.  Don't know how long it will be up.

I have been paying Turbo Tax for decades, so it doesn't really change what I'm doing, but this is disturbing to me:  another way to "reduce" the federal workforce and in general make it "more work" for the consumer/end user.  

Second, it was the announcement that the post office would change how they postmark mail.  This includes tax payments and mail-in ballots, which could have a negative impact on 1) whether your vote counts in an election, and 2) whether you get penalized for when you paid your estimated or owed taxes.  I hope I'm not the only one paying attention to these things! 

I'm a notch more paranoid about how and when I mail things.  I was already driving my mail in ballot to the election commission office.  But it makes me think.  I've got it pretty cushy.  I have a car, the time off to do this, and am still physically able to drive.  People who are less fortunate might be less inclined or able to do so, and they would then be the ones whose vote might be suppressed, or who might be charged penalties.

Wednesday afternoon, the news invaded.  Again.  I am in emotional paralysis.  37-year-old white, female, US citizen, killed by a federal agent, as she tried to get away from them.  She was shot dead by one of the agents, and the video looks pretty damning.  To said agent.  Young woman was probably terrified and certainly didn't intend to herself be violent. She is deceased; there is no way for her to testify as to her state of mind.  

I expect / suspect that she was there to "document" what was happening in her city. I can easily see my own daughter in law in that kind of role.  Not a violent person, but a person who is out to observe and warn and report.  

Apparently to certain people parking your car sideways in the street for three minutes (as one video shows was done) is sufficient justification to pull you from said car and beat up on you.  If you try to evade, it's enough to get you shot.  My own opinion:  some folks are too high strung and have too touchy an emotional trigger for law enforcement work.  We all make up stories in our minds to try to make sense of what we see.  I try to not cast the person "on the other side" as a villain or evil.  That doesn't mean I think their actions were justified. Especially when they led to loss of life.  Folks, we are all human beings!

Thursday, it rained most of the day, and the warm spell we've been blessed with is on its last legs.  Ember went to day care, and I read for enjoyment, trying to avoid the news.  I did a minimal amount of housework and ate entirely too much.  

Friday morning it was below the freezing mark when I got up.  Fortunately, most of Thursday's rainfall had drained away.  I was pretty careful trundling the garbage bin to the curb, and even more so taking the dog out on the deck (elevated, wooden, and not as dry as the concrete out front) to go do her business in the back yard.

After poo patrol we went off in the car for me to do some grocery shopping.  

When I came back out, this was the view:

I peered carefully to make sure I was choosing the car that had Ember in the back seat. I loaded my groceries and drove off.  As I was getting back into my car after taking this photo, the driver of the other one came out to his car, and we exchanged "nice car" comments!  Seriously, I have two nieces that each have a Honda Fit, same color, as my Dexter.  One of them is even the same model year.  This particular "twin" was a little more recent a year than Dexter.

Small world.  Trying to stay positive, while praying for those directly impacted by events that invade the space of the news.  LIFE, in itself is good.  Spark on and hug your loved ones.

First weekend of 2026

 

Sunrise and moonset, January 4th, 2026.  The sun peeked over the horizon at 7:51 a.m., local time.

It was chilly Sunday morning but predicted to rise to 50℉ in the afternoon.  "The kids" planned an outing at the big dog park near my house for 2 p.m.

Ember slipped her self-control in the morning.  The Prisoner wanted to come in, and I was not paying attention when I opened the door.  Yikes!  A scrimmage ensued, and eventually The Prisoner fled to the neighbor's yard.  I could not entice him back, even after Ember was safely crated.  He came back toward the end of Ember's first puppy nap, and I walked him down to his luxury suite.  He was still giving me a bit of side-eye for my earlier lapse in vigilance.

I baked a cauliflower with cheese for lunch and ate another portion for supper, after the dog park adventure.  

It got up to 50, as promised, but there was a breeze that made it seem chillier.  I have no photos to share of the dog park, as I put my phone in my pocket and just enjoyed watching the canines and the kiddo running about.  The stream was iced over in spots, and the dogs got both wet and muddy because it was not iced over in ALL spots.  

DIL did take photos but none of those she shared is missing the image of FGC, so can't post them here.  But the shenanigans of canines with kids are pretty classic.  Ember did manage to climb up the A-frame on the agility course, and the weave corridor was traversed by both dogs as well (while kiddo was perching on top of a couple of the solid wooden poles that line it).  

Ember tripped the kiddo early on, but he bounced up from it and carried on, having DIL check his scrapes.  The sun came out, and it felt warmer toward the end of the walk than it had at the beginning.

Kiddo wanted to toss ice chunks, so there was a bit of that kind of action, too.  I think I might be able to share that one as it's from the rear (doesn't show his face).

Everybody went home for baths at the conclusion of the park time, dogs and humans alike.  Ember's version was with the cleaning gloves.  I kind of like them, vanilla scent, disposable wipes in a mitt shape.

I fed Ember, then she sacked out, having had just what she needed from the day!  

We end the post with a gorgeous sun display as it sank to the horizon at 5:12 p.m. local time.  The Foster Grandson heads back to school on Monday after a nice long break, DIL heads back to work, and hopefully, I'll get my inner calendar reset to a regular "day of the week" awareness.

Life is good.  Keep on Sparking!

Happy New Year from Emberville

 

New Year, new toy.  That's a fuzzy pink tail on a green monster toy that jiggles and moves.  It was a big hit, and Ember chased it all around the x-pen and the dining room.  I did take it away for a bit to give it a rest.  And she got a New Year's Eve afternoon walk in the neighborhood, which is a blessing in Winter when it's warm enough and not slick.

Video of toy in action.

There were fireworks in the evening hours, starting around 7 p.m., which did not coincide with either ringing in the New Year or a football celebration... so... I was once again grateful that Ember doesn't seem to be bothered much, if they aren't right next to her.

New Year's morning, The Prisoner decided he did not want to go either outside or down to his luxury suite, and he planted himself at the top of the stairs.

Ember whined a bit at the gate, but settled down and played quietly, lifting her head and keeping a sharp eye at that staircase every so often.

I settled in on the couch with my coffee, and Ember joined me, napping for a while.  Eventually, though, Mr. Prisoner decided he was ready to return to his domain and he came down those stairs.

Ember hopped off the couch and followed him to the laundry room door, where I had to briefly intervene.  "Let the kitty get away, remember?"  I opened the door a crack, while holding Ember's collar, and The Prisoner slipped quickly into his safe space.  I'm thinking we will survive the Winter!

New Year's Day Ember napped in her crate while I drove over to enjoy the family pasta fest.  My son was the chef.  He cooked something called cascatelli, a big pot.  It's a custom pasta marketed by a pod-caster that my son found.  He slow cooked an incredibly meat-heavy sauce, while his wife grated parmigiano reggiano.  The meats were beef and Italian forms of sausage, diced finely.  Onions, garlic.  You get the idea.  My son married into an Italian family, and he grew up in a neighborhood heavily populated with an immigrant population from both Italy and Poland, so has an affinity for both cuisine arts.

Carl was a very happy fellow to have lots of grandma and grandpa attention... two grandmas and a grandpa... and my son gave him a "naughty bone" that some clever pet store sold to pet-parents who wanted to distract their dog while the family did holiday things.  Ember gave me a good sniffing over when I got home, and she even got a few tiny bites of the gingerbread cookie that came home with me.

Homemade gingerbread... yum!  DIL, her mom, and FGC decorated the cookies.  That's the whole platter, before a couple of them were fished out to send home with me.

One of the Lego sets that came to my son at Christmas time.  I had heard that he'd completed it but on New Year's Day, he brought it upstairs to show off.  It's Gandalf fighting the balrog on the bridge inside the mines of Moria in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

I am so confused... I thought it was Monday, but it's Friday... January 2, 2026

Friday was a planning and making appointments day.  I made reservations for the lunch with my niece and my son, daughter in law and their foster son.  I dug out the appointment slip for my annual physical, and I see my January calendar filling up fast with medicalizing things.  Dental, another eye appointment, and the blood draw and Medicare "wellness check".  I booked three extra day care days for Ember, to allow for all my own human stuff!

I was overfilled from the pasta feed on New Year's, but pretty much skipped breakfast and was ready for the leftovers by noon.

Saturday, January 3, 2026

The kids were going to Zootopia 2 at the movies, but I opted out of this family outing.  I originally was going to opt out just to have some cave time, then I realized, "oops", the 3rd was the date of the memorial service for my childhood friend who passed away November 29th.  Ember cooperated nicely, settling in for puppy nap #1 in time for me to shower and put on "human event" clothing, and drive over to the church where it was being held.

This was a childhood and a workplace friend.  The workplace was well represented.  I can't vouch for how many of our grade school friends might have been in attendance as well; that was 60+ years ago, and, well, we've changed our appearance just a tad since then.  I complicated matters by having moved away during the mid-section of my working life, post college.  But it was nice to see a few others of the retired from there crowd.  I did not stay for the luncheon, so I did end up with at least a partial cave day.  

I was very glad that I went, though.  The service fit in well with the way the whole family focus of the holiday season has gone.  Relationships, family, photos of the time periods through which both she and I lived.  I think I was even in one of the photos (of a biking group).  Some of my favorite Bible verses were referenced.  The music was just right.  I know that my friend helped to plan this "Celebration of Life" which it truly was.  She had known, and had time, to prepare her loved ones and to plan for this day.

Life is good.  It is short, though, even when it's 70 or more years!  Spark on and hug your loved ones.