Is my brain really that small?

I've just done one of the most unintentional stupid things ever. I've managed to rack up quite a few intentional stupid things in my past, but this one just sorta happened.

This is a long-ish story so I'm putting it on my blog (that I rarely post to and that no one reads). Also, please think w/ a British accent as I have just finished reading the collection of newspaper columns by Lynne Truss (of Eats, Shots and Leaves fame). Her writing is, at times, so blimey British that some of the articles were way above this Cracker's head.

Now to the stupid thing:

We've always fed our dogs Science Diet small bites. A few months ago when we ran out of dog food and I was too lazy to go to Tractor Supply, I bought a large bag of some kibble & bitty food at the grocery store. The dogs liked this new food (or they were just really hungry); but it didn't like them. During the night our little dog (Meika (or, as the neighbors call her, "the Devil Dog")) squirted poo in every room of the house! NOOOOOoooooo! Yes. Back to Science Diet the next day.

Well, we ran out of dog food a week ago and I was still lazy so I got out the "back up" bag of kibble. Lesson NOT learned! And this isn't even the stupid bit! TOM (The Old Man) tells me, "You'll regret that in the morning." Me, "No I won't. They'll be ok this time." I did.

So, now we get to the really stupid part. Today, thinking I have the dastardly bag of dreaded kibbles in my hand I go to the compost pile and pour. NOOOOOOoooooo! Yes. Out comes the $40 a bag Science Diet small bites and settles amongst the rotten potatoes and egg shells. Stop, Stupid! Oh no. Before my little brain registers that these expensive golden-brown nuggets are NOT the cheap kibbles, it is TOO LATE! After all, how long does a large amount of dog food take to dump once the huge bag is upended? Am I being too hard on myself?

I won't lie --- I tried to recover some of the Science Diet small bites. But when I got down to the ants and things got slimy; well, I figured I'd just go without a few meals myself to make up for the lost money. OR --- I could just take the dogs out to the compost pile at dinnertime tonight!

Another Chapter Ends/Begins?

For the last seven and a half months I've watched my grandson whenever my daughter was working. Today was my last regular day watching him (other than a few hours Saturday mornings) because he's going to daycare starting next week. Like a posted on facebook, "In a way I'm (sort of) glad it's over . . . in another way it turns me inside out." Watching him was an absolute joy; the realization of a dream.

I know he needs to be around other children and in a learning environment. The daycare is wonderful. But nobody can love him like his Granny. And I'm really, really sad.

This is him and "Pops" walking the dogs --- he always "holds" the leash. That's been their daily routine. The baby loves Pops more than any one other than his Mommy. Pops is probably really, really sad too. But he's at work. He's not listening to country music and crying crocodile tears. He might in the morning when he walks the dogs.

Positivity

A huge benefit of working at the bookstore is checking out books ---- and I do! My latest read is "Positivity" by Barbara Frederickson. I've only read a few chapters and have already noticed positive changes in myself.

Some people say they don't have time to read or don't feel the need or have the desire. I crave reading. At work I'm like 'a kid in a candy store' just waiting to 'taste' the next flavor.

When I read books from the Personal Growth section I am acquiring the knowledge of professionals who have years and years of training and experience. All I have to do is invest time reading their books and I benefit from all their education and work. Human behavior has always intrigued me so that's what I read about most. In the past I've purchased MANY 'self-help' books but never finish them. Knowing that I have to take one back before I can check out another pushes me to read faster. I just can't learn enough fast enough.

So this evening (early a.m.) I did some stretching to meditative music ---- I haven't been to yoga class in months ---- and hopefully that can become a habit for me. Stretching always feels so good. Child's pose is a great way to keep my legs flexible. Before I started practicing yoga I could not kneel in church. Now I can fold up just like the woman in this photo from Yoga Journal's website. (Hopefully it is ok to use the photo --- I do have a subscription to the magazine.)

Back to the book: capturing the good feelings we have when we're feeling positive is part of growing into more positive people. One of my favorite positive 'places' to return to is my bedroom. It is upstairs in the southwest corner our 1922 American Foursquare. The south wall has a bay shape and our bed sits between two slanted walls w/ windows and underneath the middle window. When it is cool enough to have the windows open the breeze that crosses the room is so sweet and comforting. I love the sounds of the wind in the trees that are just outside the windows and the train whistles (we live in a 'train' town --- NEVER stop on the tracks). At certain times of the day the room just glows. In 2004 we lost a lot of very large trees to hurricanes. I suppose "the gift" is now that glow of sunshine in the afternoons.

No, we didn't grill the cat!

But it sure looks like it! He naps on the air conditioner. Looks like he's on red hot coals.

Working Nights At The Bookstore

For a couple of months I've worked mostly nights at a 'big box' bookstore. I am absolutely fascinated with books and would not work retail in any other environment. But there are lot of not-so-bright people employed by this bookstore who really irritate me because they don't seem to care about the books -- our one and only product -- books.

Every where I go to work I want to make everything right. But I can't. I can't change the world. I can't rule the world. I just have to try to live by my principles in a world that doesn't seem to have any.

Wrong.

I'm a Granny!

My daughter had a son New Year's Eve! She and her husband kept quiet about her being in labor so for the rest of us it happened really fast. I had a feeling they'd do that.

Unfortunately I have been so sick with the flu that I haven't been able to hold my little guy yet. On his "birthday" I saw him through the glass when he was in the nursery and today (he's three days old) I went to their house but had to stay several feet away from him. Hopefully in two more days I'll be over this awful flu and get to love on him. His other granny is filling in for me and I have to admit to being a bit jealous. But she and I are good friends so it really is ok. I hadn't been sick in FIVE YEARS and then blam! Whatever I have is awful. And I had a flu shot!