Helloooo blog, Well, [a deep subject... oooh sorry] today started off with a dead battery. Yup! My honey was off to play golf (the love of his life after me, that is] and bazig bazig bazig. That's the sound our silver Ford Crown Victoria made when he put the key in the little round ignition keyhole and turned. Surprise. Surprise. "I need a new battery!" said the car. That's a loose translation.
I am so proud of my honey. He did not throw a hizzy fit and he didn't swear. He simply sat there, behind the wheel, silent for about a minute.
I was watching him wondering and waiting. But no display of disapproval at this interruption to his golf game tee off time.
I normally do stand at the back door and wave goodbye when my honey leaves. I think that makes me a caring wife. [Yes, that's who I am: a caring wife.] But... the send-off, goodye wave is more for Bailey than me. Bailey loves his daddy and so when my honey leaves and Bailey doesn't see him drive off Bailey thinks his daddy is outside, in the yard without him, his trusty dog.
"How dare this daddy of mine be in the back yard without me, his loyal dog." You can hear the indignant undertone in his bark. Whine Bark Grumble. That's at first. Bailey then runs from window to window to try and catch a glimpse of his daddy outside... and bark bark bark. His bark is like one of Mozart's operas: the pitch of each bark gains an octave in a rhythmic dance. Mixed with this pup's frantic racey-bouncy window search for his daddy, it is a performance to behold.
That's why, in respect for this pup's poor heart, we make sure he [the dog] see's his daddy drive off. Seeing this, Bailey quietly submits to a good morning snooze, belly up, his long chocolate brown legs stretched out pointing to the ceiling and he eyes closed in ecstasy [knowing his daddy has not gone outdoors without him]. It's not Figero, but it is a rhapsody.
A dead battery delayed my honey's golf game, but this battery-gone-poof did not cancel it. [Of course it wouldn't.] 45 minutes later the AAA guy came and all was well again in golf land.
As for me, blog, today was a day that started with me feeling flummoxed, not my normal wakeup state. Even after my typical two cups of coffee starter fluid, I felt emptyÖ kinda like my battery needed a charge.
I was quickly energized when my dotty called. That's Kim [nickname for daughter], who calls me every day since my mother passed. We visit for a couple of minutes. Have a catch up chat, and that's perfect. No need for a long conversation when you're speaking every day. Love our chats.
Anyway, she jazzed me up with her verve and happy talk, and I was able to get myself to the "go park" and get a few things done as a result.
A dead battery may have put my day on a sputtery start, but thanks to my dotty, my morning and afternoon were pure joy. What mom wouldn't be overjoyed with a daughter who gives time to her mom. [rhetorical question] She's my champion, and I thank her every day for being such a devoted daughter.
How happy am I, blog? Tinkled pink!
