Despite the chaos that is my home and the abysmal state that is my health, I’ve been able to keep up with work thanks to my co-records maven. I’ve even completed a special project for my boss that made him happy.
The brown binder on the left has the bills I need to pay. The green files in the middle are all the transport photos since the second week of October I haven’t been able to get to. The box on the right contains the holiday cards that I vowed (in vain) would be finished and mailed before Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
I repeat: WHERE ARE MY HOUSE ELVES?
Current Photo Friday theme: Dawn
I surely have photos of dawn skies, but they are on the old computer. So you get Dawn the puppy, and her reflection in Ray-Bans.
Every Thursday I think again, “This must be the most amazing bunch of dogs and cats we’ve ever transported!” I never get tired of seeing the animals who’ve had so many advocates who want to make sure they get good homes. I wish I could say that the stories that grab our heartstrings are rare ones, but they happen all the time. Like Ginger’s story.
Ginger was brought to the shelter to be euthanized. She probably can’t hear or see well, and she’s 14 years old. BARC immediately began looking for help for her. She was scared and confused. Even with her vision and hearing problems, though, she came right out of the kennel to be loved and petted. One of our extraordinary Colorado rescue partners jumped at the chance to find this sweet senior a good home.
There is no doubt in my mind that Ginger’s new forever family is at the end of her journey to Denver. Happy life, sweet girl.
ETA: Less than 24 hours after arriving in Colorado, Ginger was adopted by a vet tech. She’s going to be very loved and taken care of.
In the past when I’ve been sick and set up my laptop to work from bed (it’s crazy to realize the first time I did this was in 2007 when my fractured vertebrae hurt so bad I was immobilized, but I digress), not only do I work, but I watch my comfort movies.
But all the DVDs are in storage and my current Netflix attention span is about a twenty-minute episode of something…
If I was sure Jack wouldn’t eat them, I could bring the Funkos from my comfort movies over and write my own storyline. But then again, that’s the slippery slope to bad fan fiction turning into bad movies I never want to see.
They don’t look like they want that, either.
We are having a below-freezing cold snap in Houston while I’m sick. The cold froze one of our pipes, and we have no hot water. It’s okay. I’m snuggled in bed and have been rereading the Harry Potter books. I asked Tom to get a photo with my phone for Instagram, and only you guys also get the outtakes.
Anime looks unsettled, Delta isn’t sure where she wants to be, and Jack is sort of out of sight on Tom’s pillows.
Anime’s still trying to get comfy, Delta’s giving Tom the stink-eye, but Jack is creeping into the photo now.
Anime is clearly worried that Jack is blocking our view of Delta.
FINALLY, the one that made it to Instagram. They’re all listening in their own way.
Hatred paralyzes life;
love releases it.
Hatred confuses life;
love harmonizes it.
Hatred darkens life;
love illuminates it.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
1929 — 1968
I’m just stealing this from my Instagram account. I’m brunching and working in bed today and don’t have the energy to figure out a better way to showcase that it’s Monday and I’m sick.
The second Saturday of 2017 was a terrible one when many of us went to RPM’s clinic to welcome our drivers home from Colorado.
None of us has forgotten what was lost that week. RPM’s president gave us a few moments at this week’s transport to silently honor the memory of our driver and the family he left behind. We continue your mission, Charles Roberts.