Monday, November 18, 2013

Reunion of Pets & Siding

Dear John,
Your little family is reunited. I picked Jethro up today, and he was very happy to come home. Hunter hid for about half an hour, Abby for a couple of hours, then everybody assembled together and got reacquainted. Now Abby's in my lap, Hunter by my shoulder, and Jethro at my feet sleeping off his ten days of too much fun.
Today was storm clean-up. I could hear hammers and chain saws all day. DeWayne came around hunting for a piece of his siding. While we were talking in the front yard, he spotted it half-way up his big maple. I'm not sure how he's going to get it down from there. But at least it's accounted-for. Both of the mystery pieces in the yard were claimed. The storm raked the front yard for me - swept it completely clean. All I have left to rake is right next to the west fence and the spirea hedge, as usual. Our leaves are somewhere in Steuben County.
I told you that I've been having trouble turning the television on. Well, today it won't turn on at all - none of the tricks I've been using worked. I'll put out a Facebook SOS and probably have to find a repairman. If I need a new television, I'll be going without for the foreseeable future.
I'm feeling particularly down and miserable tonight. It may be coming home from the beach to the permacloud, or the television problem, or knowing what I'll be walking into at work tomorrow, or not having you to meet me at the airport. Or all of the above. I do remember when we went to the Keys that April for Jen's wedding, spent a week in the sun, and came home to a week of rain. We both got such a bad case of travel-induced seasonal depression that we fixed a box of brownies and self-medicated with chocolate. And we were fine after that. I do have a box of brownie mix in the pantry in case of emergency.
In the meantime, I'm going to bed early. And I'll have my pet therapy, cuddling up with all of my furry creatures. Oh, one of the first things Jethro did when he got home was run to the closet and sniff your shoes. So Jethro says hello, and he loves you.
Love you even more than the dog does,

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