Lovingheart

I have been scammed by Amazon.  I lost $576! My son bought a used truck.  It needed a new bumper. He looked all over, it looked like it would cost over $1000 and take weeks to get here (none in wrecking yards that he found). Lo and behold Amazon had exactly what he needed for just over $500 and we could get it in a couple of days. We ordered it and as soon as the box arrived I was suspicious.  How could a bumper fit in a box this size? Size 7 woman's shoe on box. Turns out it was a tow hitch.  We contacted Amazon and returned it.  A while later, I received an email saying we did not return a bumper so we will not get a refund ($576 including tax). I have emailed them back many, many times and I have called several times.  I called the bank to dispute the charge and they need an expert letter but I need the product to get that and, according to Amazon, the product I received and subsequently returned has been discarded. Amazon calls the case resolved and I am SOL! I have cried, I ha

My dad was in WWII and often considered himself lucky.  Lucky that he was a prisoner of war at this camp rather than another.  Lucky he went in this line rather than that line.  And I suppose he was lucky because he survived and went on to live a full, rich life.  I am sure the experience may have scarred him but he chose to see it in a positive light and an opportunity for growth. And in the past year, I have been so aware of good fortune as well.  Sure it may be a bumpy, scary road but when I see and hear of what some others are dealing with, especially within the oncology ward, it is easy to see we have been lucky. Visits to the hospital are a sobering, humbling experience and I am usually affected for days afterward, thinking of the people I may have seen or spoken with. The long line of bravery beads slung on a backpack, the cry of a baby, the sweet, verbal two-year-old, and so much more… This morning, Marlon kept repeating how lucky we are that we got the puppy we did.  Though Mo

It's early morning, not quite 6 am, I am puttering away in the kitchen, with the dog nearby chewing on her bone.  I hear a rumbling and think it is too early for the construction to start already.  Then I realize the cat has walked into the room.  He growls a little more, hisses, then leaves the room. Mina really wants to be given a chance.  She was actually sitting in front of the chair watching him sleep.  Sometimes she will cower in the face of his growls, sometimes she will just sit and watch, gently wagging her tail. On the plus side, she is much better.  I had stopped giving her the steroids for the strangles disease on Friday as it should have been enough time.  I guess it wasn't. After just one dose on Monday, she started to perk up again.  The sores are not weeping and she is more mischievous and ready for occasional play.  She'll stay on the steroids a while longer. Marlon had a hospital appointment today.  Chemo and LP (sedation).  It ends up being such a lot of

What an emotionally exhausting day!  I am listening to a book by Brene Brown which has me feeling emotion.  I was at work on the till with the malfunctioning scale.  I was dealing with it but then an hour and fifteen minutes into my shift, I was sent on my first break.  I felt triggered by that.  Just one thing after another with emotions tumbling.  I made a mistake with a customer and she called into the store to complain, thinking I may have been trying to steal from her.  Also heard yesterday of a suicide from someone I have known through the store.  And another person is still struggling.  Just so much, so many emotions. I got home at 640, Mina was on her blanket, and there was food in her bowl.  She wasn't eating supper??  Then Marlon told me it was her lunch and I felt even worse.  Apparently, she had not been doing well, hardly able to stand.  Marlon and I hugged and cried.  He went into this thing that he gets into about bad things happening.  Cancer always leads the list. 

Must be a fungal year.  Mushrooms everywhere.  Big and small, coloured and neutral. Tired today but blissed out.  So happy to have Mina around.  She loves to play a biting game which isn't so bad now with her baby teeth that have been dulled down but it could get way worse.  I tell her not to bite and try to redirect the play. I am smiling so much.  I watch her running in the tall grass, playing, chewing on something she isn't supposed to, walking beside me, and then running ahead, turning around to make sure I am still following. I brought her along to take Marlon to outdoor school.  Taking for drives to get used to being in the car.  She is definitely calmer.  She was very happy to see her boy again when we picked him up this afternoon. The cat stood near the kitchen and growled and hissed at Mina.  She was scared and hid between my legs.  I had to carry her outside and then back in again when we returned. Her turkey legs and posing by mushrooms.

Opalamina seems to be adjusting very well to her new life.  She likes the people she is living with and ignores the cat.  The other day she walked a little too close and Mojo lashed out at her.  She squawked and ran off. It was getting late and I knew she needed one last trip outside before bed.  I figured I'd do one more thing and then I noticed she wasn't in the kitchen anymore.  I scooched her outside but she didn't pee.  I was crawling around looking for the wet spot on the carpet.  She went by her crate and sniffed and sure enough in the middle of her blanket was the evidence.  I threw it in the wash and got her something else to sleep on.  I haven't discovered any other misses but that doesn't mean there aren't any. We took her to Guelph today for a park day.  She was ok in the car but not relaxed.  At the park, she was nervous and so she curled up at Es's feet (friend) and slept.  I was concerned that she hadn't peed since we left the house but sh