Sunday, January 31, 2016

Life is settling...

I am starting to develop a routine on the days that are relatively normal.

I wake at 9 am (which after going to bed at 10 pm is astounding.)  I share breakfast with the dog in between throwing a ball.  Then he stays outside while I go inside, put a bit of make up on and a pair of pants; then its back outside to take him for a walk.

We don't go anywhere special.

Sometimes its around the streets which is amusing.  Every person I see either says hello, nods or comes in for a pat.  I should have had a dog years ago!  It would have kept the loneliness at bay!  But I guess I wasn't ready for a dog then...

Sometimes around the cemetery.  But I get lost in reading all the tombstones and wondering what they were doing when they died.  Did they know.  Expect it.  I don't look at death the same as before.
Just one other thing that I have noticed different about me; my personality, since my operation.

Sometimes its in the car where we drive down to the beach.  He runs and plays, avoiding the water, unless he sees a seagull and chases it...
then he stops ankle deep as if to say WTF???  How did I get here!???

I don't think I'm lonely.  I would love to fall in love; have that wonderful relationship where I have to pinch myself just so I know its true - but then, I don't think I've ever had that.  Only fleetingly if ever.

So its me and B Sharp; or Sharpie.  He adores me lol, that will have to be enough.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Walking the graduation king...

My puppy, B Sharp, graduated puppy school yesterday. lol   What a star!!!

B Sharp!

Friday, January 22, 2016

The Dog...

I bought a dog; named him Sharpie.  Or B Sharp!  Although I should point out that neither he, nor I, is musical! I gave up the piano when I got this house. It was doing nothing more that collecting dust anyhow!

Sharpie is smart as a whip and cute as a button.  He's also TROUBLE!  Oh he could be worse.  I hear the other owners at puppy school going on about them waking up at 3am or chewing shoes...  Mine doesn't do anything like that.  He really is very good.

He loves me to pieces.  So much so that whenever I walk, he is about level with my heels; sometimes weaving in and out of them.  This would be fine but I've already taken a spill, knocked myself out and landed in hospital!  I've got a scar above my eye from it!

He wants to be with me all the time.  When I put him outside and close the laundry door so he doesn't get the run of the house, he makes a pitiful little sound!

Damned cute dog!

Thursday, January 21, 2016

I've moved! Cities!!

It may have taken a hurcleon effort; but I have moved from the city of Melbourne to Geelong.  Okay; its not exactly in the country, but it sure feels like it!

At night, I can hear it.  It's different.  The silence!  It is a thing of beauty really.

Not a tram; there are no trams in Geelong.
Not a train; I'm not near a station.
Not never ending traffic.
Everybody is not in an endless rush to be God knows where.

And the people seem genuinely nice.
I walked to the supermarket the other day and passed four people; each said hello; some stopped to pat my dog.  The dog... Sharpie.  That is a whole other story!!!

So, I now live in the country.  And I love it...

Sharpie!  Enjoying the Sun!