Thursday, January 22, 2009


It's a New Year and we have a new president, and HOPE is the buzzword. Here's hoping. So far, 2009 has had its rough patches for yours truly, the worst being the sudden and unexpected death of my beloved Stevie, my female wheaten terrier. She would've been 10 in March. On the morning of January 5th, she howled and died instantly, and all the king's horses and all the king's men . . .

We still have Jimi gracing us, who turned 12 in December, but without Steve it's like one hand clapping. She was a jewel, a truly sweet little girl who loved mountain meadows and wading in an icy creek, riding in cars and a good dinner. She was a real mama's girl, adoration personified (canineified?) I miss her awfully. 

Then, I lost a very valuable ruby from a ring my mother had given me years ago, a microwave blew and caught fire, and I had to replace a brand new tire because of a nail puncture, and I caught a cold. I'm just assuming that the Fates had to get this crap out of the way so the rest of the year can soar.