My internet at home has taken a temporary powder. A few nights of storms took out the modem, and then something went wacky with the wireless card.
You'd think this wouldn't be a huge life issue. It's not, unless I really want to click through a few links, post on a blog or check my e-mail.
I use the day job lunch-hour, pre-clock-in or post-clock-out time to do some writing and the behind-the-scenes of writing, too. But I ended up rattattaing my fingers on my desk during lunch yesterday, because, you guessed it, the internet wouldn't cooperate.
I guess I'm going to have to wait to tell you about my new grand-dogs, who helped take the edge off of not having internet all weekend.
I'll have to tell you all about Lily and Lola. Someday, I'm supposed to get some pictures to post so you can see them.
I can tell you that Lily and Lola (formerly known as Lightning and Steve - now there's a story) are eleven week old Boxadors. Boxadors are apparently notorious for not being able to hold their liquid. Or maybe it's just Lily and Lola.
The amazing thing about having grand-pups is that I don't have to clean up after them unless I feel helpful. I don't have to worry about who's going to watch them if I need to leave the house for any length of time. Nor do I have to pay for the vet bills or food.
All I have to do with grand-pups is enjoy them. I think I could really get used to this.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.