I'm in a rut...

I'm in a rut due I think to the shitty weather and lack of sex with another warm body, but those those around me seem okay and that's good.

The dog's wounds are scabbing over but she still has some healing to do. I've kept her from trying to jump up on things or use stairs. A family member wasn't so careful and she tried to jump up on my son's bed. She yelped so I guess thought better of it. I'd think still that dislocated hip isn't quite ready to be taking heights like that.

Spouse says after about a year of pretty bad pain most of the time, he's pain-free finally. It took Celebrex to do it. Physical therapy is starting next week, 2 times a week. Of course Raven hates being locked in a cage at night so she's made sure that pain free- does not equal grump-free when someone's sleep deprived.

Chris has a performance this Saturday eve with the lighting of the village Christmas tree. They will carol around the tree and I will be a chaperone. Yay! Santa hats for all!     We are then probably going to a fund raising-type deal at a nearby Italian restaurant.
Gotta keep an eye on the prize (Tuscany) and give it a really good go.

And finally, in my small family constellation, my eldest son Jim is getting a promotion of sorts as Manager with his immediate boss having now exited.
Pay raise, better hours--the little things to assure that he hangs around for awhile. He's now figured out the train route from his new digs in the city to work in the suburbs so he should be able to complete his move soon (his brother is chomping at the bit to get his room).

For my part when I'm not shilling for dollars (selling on-line) or volunteering, I'm continuing with the house fix up. The dog derailed things somewhat but that hasn't stopped me from getting matching lamps and some framed photographic artwork. (Of what else? An ocean scene.) Ooh, and some neat matching, lined organizer baskets. That's the big problem living in a small place--you have to be super organized. I need places to put stuff.

There have been scads of donations of late and with three visits a week I manage to catch the odd really good find (and I'm working like a crazy person. It's the holidays--even in a resale shop).
Today I was in town near the store so offered Jim a ride.
"Earl," our (vinyl) record collector, was in the warehouse when I went in back for the 20 minutes or so I had to kill. He's actually in a wood restoration business but is a vinyl fan so as they did with me, he has a set- up where if he cares for the record section, he's got dibs on whatever may pass through his hands (with a volunteer discount).
He and I are rather chummy as his record dept is in my book dept. so we've chatted a bit over the months. He asked me tonite if I caught sight of an amazing bed frame that had just come in and I hadn't but he showed me it and OMG, it's beautiful, carved with such care and skill. Just a great old piece in great shape. Since Earl is a professional he knew all about it and stated it was quite rare to come across. I took this as my cue to buy it. He's going to strip it down for me--for $40--and then I'll just give it a protective finish as he said the natural grain of the wood is lovely. It's only a twin so it'll be in the guest room once we get that going. So lots of irons in the fire, now that I know I'll be sticking around for a few more years (with any luck, lol) I want to makes things the way I've wanted them for some time.

Happy humpday to All!

--Cyn
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