June 4, 2013

• I really had no idea just how much of my time was spent with Rosie until the day after she was gone.  every time I sat down she demanded a foot rub (my feet against her neck).  every time I made something to eat, she'd always be either in the way (which I didn't mind unless I was cooking something that splatters like bacon) or she'd sit patiently off to the side staring up at me, front paws sliding back and forth on the linoleum in anticipation (I wish I had gotten video of this, it was way cute).  I'd always tell her "gotta let it cool off before I give you some"...always giving her something for being patient.  this morning, while making bacon, lettuce and tomato sammich  nobody stares patiently back.  while sitting in the living room, there's no one to give a foot rub to, and no one to let outside and drink a beer on the porch or take a barefoot pooperdog walk with, etc., and so on.  I miss her a ton!  I'll try to keep the sap factor down, but you get the idea. I seem to be ok with telling peeps at work about her, but every now and then (mostly when I'm home) I get a little drippy faced (time heals all wounds). like I said earlier, I made me some bacon, lettuce, and tomato sammiches on San Francisco sour dough bread (mmms!) for breakfast yesterday,  went top down (on the shrimpy bat-mobile) to the beach, walked the pier (nice day, but very windy!), came home (where it was a lot less windy) and hit the lawn chair to try and remove this winter 3th shift whiteness before heading off to the stalag.  it was a good day!  and again, I don't want to turn my "journal" into a month long entry of mournful sadness, but for now, I guess I'm in that mood, and that's ok...I got me some "Agave Wheat ale" (Breckinridge brewery, Colorado) to help me unsadden (word?) my mellow.  it seems to be workin'...I had some beers last night as well, and got some comforting comments on Facebook (as well as here on this site.  once again, see Hooeys comment below the last entry).  long story, short; I don't want to quash my current melancholic feelings, but I also don't want to turn this site into hundreds of entries of remorse and sadness (you get the idea).

  and on a lighter note; man, am I diggin' on these 8 hour shifts!  also, I best call soon about my central air being broken before the thermometer busts up near 100 degrees (currently only highs in the 70's and cool nights in the 5o's, so I got a little time)
  

  let see, otherwise...nothin' on me mind, 'cept for maybe another 'Agave Wheat...' *belch!*

   

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