The 1D blanket is a bit interesting looking. It looks like they are sleeping on her in a kind of 2d way.
I just had a migraine (well, just the aura), and I’m thinking about how Ginger would sit by me when I wasn’t feeling well. I miss her now, because she isn’t here. She didn’t have to stop doing anything to comfort me. She just knew when to sit by me and wait.
Once upon a time, I memorized a little poem that I can say when I miss someone who’s gone. It’s this:
Turn Again to Life
Mary Lee Hall
If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust and weep.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.
It’s about the words, but it’s also about the repetition. It’s almost like a prayer, only not.
Then there is this advice I gave to Britty when she was upset about life and couldn’t stop crying (somewhat like me, I think):
Breathe in the roses
Blow out the bubbles
Instead, I just have a parrot staring at me.
I haven’t ridden a subway system since I went to Chicago on business years ago. It was all exciting, as we have just buses for mass transit in Omaha, which isn’t very exciting, really.
Once we arrived at Ian’s mother’s and step-father’s house, it was a quick walk to the train station, where deciding which ticket to buy seemed like rocket science. Luckily, the guy at the ticket counter was able to help us pick. :) The machines were just confusing.
The trains to King’s Cross weren’t so bad. There were usually places to sit, but we liked to sit all together, so sometimes we stood together instead.
After arriving at King’s Cross, we had to find the right line of the subway to take. The metro line is nice, and air conditioned, but the Circle line was quite crowded and not air conditioned.
You would think getting in a tube carriage PACKED with people would be unsettling, but you can always pack more in! :) Everyone just wants to go, packed or not. It’s a good time for people watching and figuring out where people are going. Like the girls who are all dressed up with their hair freshly curled and totally not falling apart at all, even in extreme heat and humidity. I wanted to know how they did that. I have no idea.
People were riding with their kids who had just been at hospital for tests. Students from Italy (I know because their backpacks said they were from Italy) where heading somewhere or another.
There were a few times where it was announced, “People sitting in cars blah through blah, this train is not leaving the station. You must instead go to car blah blah instead.” Ok then. Or, “Sorry for the misunderstanding, but this train may be going to Vermont instead of London. If you don’t wish to go to Vermont, please exit and wait for the next train.”
All-in-all, it was a blast. I felt metropolitan. And, like watching a complex movie for the first time, you always learn more the second time around. Getting the hang of the tube is something you learn about a little at a time. When I go back, I’ll know more about various lines, and may even learn to use a tube map.
Or we may just let the Londoner (shown above) take care of all that.
What do you mean, “We don’t want to go to Liverpool?”
This week, our new puppy will be born. Our breeder is Perfect Peace Golden Retrievers, and it appears that our new puppy will be cream colored or very light golden, according to the coloring of Praise and Estes. No matter the color, we are looking forward to our next family member.
It’s been a long time since we’ve had a puppy. I don’t think Ian’s ever had one, but we’ve done some reading and we’re getting prepared. We can’t wait. Wish us luck!
In July, we took a long-anticipated trip to England, mostly to see our family, but also to see the sites. Brit had never been overseas before, so it was quite exciting for us to have her go. She’s just 12, hadn’t left America (except for Canada) and hadn’t met her English grandparents and auntie before.
We spent half of our time in North Walsham, where Ian’s dad and stepmom live. It was near the sea, so we spent some time at the sea, ate fish and chips, enjoyed the market, and got to play with Jack the cat. My sister-in-law, Jen and my nephew Hayden made the long trip to the coast to spend family time with us. It was nice to be together.
We loved the weather at the coast. It was relatively cool at night, enough for a sweatshirt, although somewhat warm or hot during the day.
We spent the second week in Royston, visiting Ian’s mom and stepdad. It was much hotter there, but we had easy access to London via the train and the tube. We got to see the infamous King’s Cross Station and visit lots of places in London. I’ve never seen London. It’s massiveness was impressive. We spent ages taking it all in… the hustle and bustle, the tourists of every nationality, the people hanging around the river trying to amaze (and maybe take the money of) the tourists with their guessing tricks (lol).
The first trip to London (on my birthday!), we rode the London Eye and went through the London Dungeons Tour. “Do you like raaaats? I loooove raaaaats!”, says Maeve, the crazy girl who’s “locked up in the Dungeon for being crazy”. It was essentially several skits involving the story of Jack the Ripper, Sweeney Todd, and the methods of torture in the dungeons. The actors and actresses were brilliant.
After much walking and sweating (the weather was unusually warm), we went back to Ian’s mum’s house for the day and relaxed. The next day, the Royal Baby was born, His Royal Highness Prince George of Cambridge. So amazing. Loved the coverage once the birth happened. Amazed that the Duchess made it out of bed the next day to show off the new baby. They look so happy.
We then spent some time in Milton Keynes with my friend Jane, who met us at the Snow Dome (or tracked us down, as the case would be) and we spent quality time shopping. It was her first time meeting Brittany and they got along famously. It’s funny with friends. Even if you’re physically apart for almost 4 years, you’re still the same close friends you always have been when you’re back together. It was so good to see her again. We always wish for more time.
The next day, it was back to London, where we saw Buckingham Palace, St. James Park and toured Westminter Abbey. We saw the changing of the guard at the castle, and of course, all the media tents, due to the Royal Baby being born. We saw PELICANS in St. James park. I’ve never seen a pelican before. Westminster Abbey was incredible. I touched the tomb of Edward the Confessor an many others.
Did you know when there is a marriage or funeral at Westminster, the people are surrounded by all of the previous kings and queens buried there? It’s so historic, and we have nothing like this in America, of course. We saw the Coronation chair, where the Sovereign is crowned. We visited Poet’s Corner where Tennyson and Charles Dickens, several Poets Laureate and many other writers and poets are buried. Their words were engraved on their burial places. It was like being lost in time for a moment.
Food! Being a family of foodies, we enjoyed the food we can’t get in America, like amazing fish and chips, carvery at a pub, several cakes and Walker’s crips and authentic Mediterranean food. We enjoyed Pret a Manger, which makes the best sandwiches on fresh baguettes, Nando’s which has amazing chicken and several others. We enjoyed salad for dinner at home and an English breakfast.
Not all on the same day.
We walked a lot to work it off. My feet were killing me many days. Trust me. I miss the walking.
Anyway, lovely trip. Hoping to go back soon, as we miss everyone when we’re gone, and there are many more friends we’d like to visit! Two weeks is never enough.
I found these on our camera that we’ve fired up for our vacation.
She had spleen cancer and was really struggling to breathe with a softball-sized tumor in her chest. She also had anemia and a rapid heartbeat. The vet said the tumor could explode at any moment, so we decided to say goodbye to her and have her put to sleep.
It was heartbreaking. One second your dog is alive and the next, she had gone to sleep and stopped breathing. Forever. It was the most difficult moment in my life.
Each of us had our own special piece of Ginger’s life. A 2-year old Brittany welcomed her into our home. I have to say that Ginger was the most tolerant puppy ever. She loved and loved and didn’t even growl or do anything untoward when her tail was pulled or her ears were made into rabbit ears by the little girl, who would be her best mate for 11 years. They ran through water sprinklers together and ran through the park, played with Frisbee’s and balls.
Ian met Ginger roughly 5 years ago. She was his workmate, since he worked from home, his (and her) lunch break at the dog park every afternoon, the person Ginger could pretend she was a lap dog with and cuddle up to and learn from. She laid so close to him during the day that he almost ran over her with his work chair countless times. I think Ian’s favorite thing was when Ginger found someone else’s tennis ball or toy at the dog park and decided it was going to be hers now. And the hugs, which he trained her to do. They had a very special bond.
To me, Ginger was my faithful companion. She protected me, whether I was causing the (fake) problem or someone else was. I was always in the right, no matter what. She would stand and bark at Ian, if I was pretending to smack him, for example. She followed me everywhere I went when I was home. We went for walks when I was out of sorts, or not, and she was my comfort always. Anytime I needed a hug or just wanted a hug, she was there, ready to give one, and some kisses.
She was a joker and the most reliable, well-mannered dog ever. She liked to play catch with the parrot. She hated water. She SO LOVED to run like a mad hatter, with her “kangaroo legs”. When Ginger sensed she was going somewhere, she wanted to get there quickly!
Ginger would often spread out in the yard, like a frog, in the sun and watch everything around her… the trees blowing in the wind, squirrels, bunny “labbits” and other dogs. She was always so happy to see us and wagged her tail everytime she saw anyone she wanted to say hello to, and hug in her special way.
I shall miss my sweet dog. There won’t be anyone just like her again. She has a bit of my heart with her at the Rainbow Bridge.
Dear God – You seem to want to see Susie soon. I don’t blame you. She is a wonderful person with lots of caring friends and family, and we all love her deeply. I know Susie feels your amazing love at the moment, and the love of her friends and family. Please attend to her gently and help her to find peace. Love, Lisa
Rhythm of the Spheres
I just like this song. I don’t know why, except that even though I don’t like folk music, I’ve always loved the sound of Allison Krauss’ voice.