It’s a rough day today, I find myself loathing the day I have to vacuum Chewies favorite spots. If I can keep his fur around, then he is not truly gone. I know I am going to have to vacuum eventually, but not today. He had three favorite spots, on his bed, in the corner in the dining room, and in the living room in front of where the television is. I haven’t moved his bed, I know I will have to take it apart and clean it, but not today. I don’t know what I am going to do with his things, I still have his food bowl on the floor next to Noconas. This morning when I fed her she looked at his bowl then looked at me, I said I am so sorry girl you have to eat alone today.
How do you say goodbye to such an amazing creature? I know people who are not animal people don’t really get it, but these creatures that come into our lives are part of our families, our hearts and our lives. When they go on to their reward in the ever after it hard on the ones left here. I honestly don’t know if I will ever get another dog. One, he cannot be replaced, b., it is too hard saying goodbye and III I still have Nocona.
On the upside, I got my new dishes yesterday, and I have unpacked them today, they are in the dishwasher getting all shiny as I type this. They are so pretty and bright! I cannot wait to sully then with food, not food I cook, as we all know I do not cook, but with food that I purchase already cooked.
Well I am going to go now, I have lots to do, and a short amount of time to do it in.
Favorite Memory
Yesterday was a memory lane day for me, for some reason my dad was heavily on my mind. I was thinking back to my first apartment, in Owasso, in the bad part of Owasso. Yes there is a bad part; it is about half a block long and very scary. You will have to take my word for this. For those of you that live in Owasso, or have been there, it was the apartment building that is across from what is now Fishbonz. It looks exactly the same.
My rent was $300.00 a month, a huge amount back then, it was one whole paycheck, I got paid every other week. The next paycheck was electricity and food, there was no talk of cable or a telephone, water was included. I remember my dad would come every Saturday morning and bring me groceries, mostly fresh fruit and vegetables he and my mom had grown in their garden. Then he would carry the vacuum up the stairs and say well I carried it I might as well use it. He would vacuum my apartment. I don’t think he trusted me with the vacuum cleaner. Then he would make me pancakes and we would have breakfast together. The very first time he came over, he was looking around my kitchen for a mixing bowl and of course I didn’t have one. He muttered something to himself, left, a few minutes later came back with a metal mixing bowl.
I still have that bowl; it is my favorite mixing bowl of all time. I can only hope that I have given my children some fond memory that when I am gone they can pull it up and feel comforted by the fact that I loved them beyond anything or anyone.
So what is your favorite memory of your mom or dad, or both? I would love to hear!
Angie World 