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| These were in our yard, begging to be photographed. |
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Are we there yet?
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| Jess learning the Hole Pie Gene from Aunt Melodie and her dad, Brian. We made 26 pies in 8 hours. |
Very interesting journey for Jess this year. Last summer she made a commitment to join a group of classmates on a trip to Washington, D.C. this spring. Since these economic times aren't the best for parents to be springing for jaunts to the East Coast, she knew she'd have to earn the money on her own. It's an expensive trip (especially for only 5 days!) but she wanted to try and we supported her wholeheartedly.
She met her goal this month, just in time to make the last payment to ensure her spot. And it's been a great learning experience for her. She made a few missteps, making things harder than they had to be a few times, but mostly she thought things out and made good choices.
We are all so proud of her. And now, thanks to Aunt Melodie, she knows how to bake killer cream pies. And let me tell you, pies are big in the Hole family.
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| Jess in our winter wonderland yard |
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Bonnie Chronicles
Sigh.
I hope I don't give my family this much trouble when I get old.
Bonnie's epilepsy is under control, as is her weight and thyroid condition. For a 13-year-old small dog, she's in decent health.
She's also totally blind. Her cataracts have progressed to the point that she can't see a thing. How this manifests itself is odd -- besides walking into walls and standing in corners because she can't figure out how to get out.
She's a constant motion machine, like those electric cars that back up and go another direction when they bump into something. It's like she's constantly looking for something and can't find it.
We vacillate between amusement, sympathy and irritation dealing with her. All of the feelings (except the sympathy) make us feel guilty.
I feel like we're in an Old Dog Period of our lives. We just got done with a couple of tough years with Max, now it's Bonnie's turn. And in a few short years it will be 8-year-old Kodiak's turn.
It's tough, although probably not as tough as it is for them.
Just got to keep remembering that.
I hope I don't give my family this much trouble when I get old.
Bonnie's epilepsy is under control, as is her weight and thyroid condition. For a 13-year-old small dog, she's in decent health.
She's also totally blind. Her cataracts have progressed to the point that she can't see a thing. How this manifests itself is odd -- besides walking into walls and standing in corners because she can't figure out how to get out.
She's a constant motion machine, like those electric cars that back up and go another direction when they bump into something. It's like she's constantly looking for something and can't find it.
We vacillate between amusement, sympathy and irritation dealing with her. All of the feelings (except the sympathy) make us feel guilty.
I feel like we're in an Old Dog Period of our lives. We just got done with a couple of tough years with Max, now it's Bonnie's turn. And in a few short years it will be 8-year-old Kodiak's turn.
It's tough, although probably not as tough as it is for them.
Just got to keep remembering that.
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