Friday, July 21, 2023

Fly On The Wall In The Blistering Month Of July

Welcome to another edition of Fly On The Wall, hosted by Karen of Baking In A Tornado. Today, the two of us are inviting you into our homes to give you a fly's eye view of what goes on behind closed doors. 

Another amazing 4th of July celebration is in the books! Lots of food, fireworks, and fun with everyone!

The fly at our house prefers to stay indoors not only to overhear our conversations but to relax in the A/C since it's hotter than Hades outside. Can't say that I blame him---every time I sit in the backyard garden I have to surround myself with double fans and chug an ice-cold beverage. Even the hot tub is no longer hot---we have it set at a refreshing 80 degrees so that we can pretend we own a pool. But the nosy fly still follows us around, and here's a peek at what he overheard this blistering month of July:

I recently suffered from a bout of Perioral Dermatitis, which is an unsightly red rash that starts on the nostrils and spreads down all around the mouth to the chin. It's an itchy, stubborn rash that is caused by an allergic reaction to lotions, toothpaste, and certain medications. In my case, it was a new facial serum I'd been using that triggered the ugly rash. My husband accompanied me to the dermatologist, and when she asked why I was there, I said, "LOOK AT ME! I look like a lioness who was just finished feasting on the bloody carcass of an antelope!!" My husband thought my remark was hilarious, but the dermatologist....not so much. 

Speaking of uncomfortable ailments, Hubs is dealing with an annoying case of Plantar fasciitis. He is on his feet all day walking several miles at work, but now it hurts to put pressure on the heel and the arch of his foot. He has to wear a support pad in his shoe during the day and a special boot at night to keep his foot straight while he sleeps. It has been bothering him for several weeks now and after listening to his numerous complaints while hobbling around the house, I jokingly tell him to just cut the damn foot off. The other night when we were in bed, my husband was struggling to get the bulky plastic boot over his foot while I was reading about weight loss stories associated with Ozempic. Our conversation went something like this:

"Man, I wish I could have a prescription for Ozempic."
"And I wish I could have an artificial foot."
"Either way, we'd lose a few pounds---I'd lose the weight of my gut and you'd lose the weight of a foot."
"Always looking for the positives, arent you?"

And of course, the fly was privy to other weird conversations that always involved my husband.  

"Hey, look at all the mail that came for you today."
"Yeah, it's depressing.....because now I REALLY know how old I am since I'm getting mail for discounted burial sites and offers for affordable cremations."

"Do you think it's hot in this house?"
"No, but I think it's hot in your pants...."
"Wait, what?"

"Why are you slurring your words? Did you drink?"
"No, but I have so much food in my stomach that my mouth doesn't work."

"I'm going to fart on your pillow to give you pink eye."
"No, in that case, it would be called stink eye."

"I'm not aging like a fine wine; I'm aging like a banana."
"How so?"
"I have brown spots all over my skin and a soft middle section." 

My GORGEOUS Grandbabes! They are my LIFE!!!

This episode of Fly On The Wall was brought to you by a writer who is very grateful that her job is an indoor one with a thermostat set to 74 degrees. Meanwhile, her husband is outside in the scorching 95+ degrees pulling weeds from a hot garden that's melting like a Salvadori Dali painting. Maybe I can talk the fly into braving the heat to deliver an ice-cold beverage to my husband. He might even learn some new curse words from Hubs, too. 

***Want More Meno Mama? I'm thrilled to share one of my first food articles in THE GIRLFRIEND (you can read it HERE) ---a website I have been trying to get published in for several years. But stay tuned--there are quite a few more articles coming from me on the site! Also, I have a new foodie article on AARP/The Ethel about camp food which you can read  HERE, and one on light summer food recipes HERE

After you finish buzzing around here with the fly, be sure and stop by Karen's house to see what her fly overheard this month! 

Baking In A Tornado

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

One Year Later And I'm Still Grieving

Today, July 12th, marks one year since I lost my sweet girl pug Savi. They say that the grief gets easier over time but I'm not sure about that. The pain of losing her still lingers; she was my best fur companion and I loved her more than I ever thought possible. She left a hole in my heart that I fear no other pet can fill. The tears still come when I think of her---as I often do. I remember the way she stared at me just before she closed her eyes for the last time while she was being euthanized. And I remember how my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. I don't know if I can ever get past that painful memory. Of course, I'm grateful for the two pugs I still have---I hold them extra close now---but they are not like Savi. She was my lap dog, my shadow, my baby. She loved to be cuddled and slept beside me every night for nine years. In my dreams, she's still there---until I wake to the empty spot beside me and remember she is gone. 

Maybe you think it's silly to grieve so hard for a pet, but if you've ever been in my shoes---as many of you have---you understand this unique kind of grief. I've lost a lot of close family members and friends over the years, but this particular loss hit me extra hard. I know that pets ARE family, no matter what anyone else thinks. Unlike humans who become ill and are close to death, pets are innocent and do not understand what is happening when their body starts failing. They depend on us to help them through the pain, even though they are often unable to communicate these emotions. They have no understanding of a higher power or faith in the afterlife. All they know is the here and now---with us beside them---as they are leaving. And we are left with their names forever etched into our hearts.

My husband has offered to get me another dog, but I'm still not ready. I may never be. Savi can never be replaced, and the thought of going through this pain again with another dog terrifies me. All I have left of Savi is a tattoo of her paw print, a box of ashes, and my memories.

Some very kind people reached out to me after my loss and gave me extraordinary gifts to memorialize my love for Savi. One is a stone plaque created for her and another is a painting that an artist sent me after reading my story about her in AARP. At times like this, I lean heavily on my husband and the kindness of strangers. I'm still taking the loss one day at a time, holding my fur baby close to my heart in every way possible. 

There is a video on Tik Tok that makes me sob every time I watch it but in a hard way, it's also comforting because it gives me hope that I'll see my beautiful girl again one day. This is from @muthapuppa:

"If your dog could have just one more moment with you, they'd tell you this: I know you miss me. I miss you too. But I need you to know....I took it all with me. Your love. Your scent. The memories. Even my blankey. Thank you for giving me so much love and joy. I love you. Always have. Always will...."

I will always love and miss you, sweet Savi. I look forward to seeing you again one day on the other side of the rainbow.....


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