Playing Games

Time out!! Sometimes I really just want to shout that – in life.  Or, “Base!  I’m on base!  You can’t touch me!” I’m not saying that my life sucks, and this isn’t a “poor me!” rant, but I really would just like to catch a break for a minute.

In May, we had to put down our 15-year-old soft-coated wheaten terrier, Dusty.  He’d been on pain medication for a long time, but one morning, he couldn’t even get up, and it was time.  Unfortunately, that time came while Don was in the hospital, so Don couldn’t even say goodbye.

Then of course, in June, Don died.  That’s really the big one here.  Yeah, I know, no surprises there.

Last week, one of our cats, 14-year-old Allegra, died.  She’d been sick, and when I took her to the vet last month and saw her chest x-rays, I knew it was bad, and when the antibiotics didn’t do anything, I knew it was worse.

Now our one remaining cat, Rosie, is beside herself.  Well, mostly, she’s beside me.  She and the dog were best buddies.  And the cats had decided that Don was their person.  So now Rosie follows me around like a puppy.   She gets right in my face sometimes, (which is wonderful for my allergies), and she wants to be with me almost all the time.  Every once-in-a-while she’ll curl up with 20-year-old daughter.  We need a new dog.

Things around the house keep breaking.  I keep getting them fixed.  Sometimes they don’t get fixed quite right.  There was a thing with a basement window and the outlet for the dryer vent, and I got upset, but there was a nice and helpful person on the other end of the phone.  It’s a little better that way.

Then there are the things that are fixed and then they work.  That’s pretty good, actually.   So there are good things.  There are good things.

Yesterday I took 20-year-old to the Virginia Scottish Games.  That was fun.  In some ways it was like a little time-out from life.  Also, it was seriously hot, so we got very tired, and I had no trouble sleeping last night.  Which was good, because today was my first day as a ministerial intern.

So things are looking up a bit.  I have a job to go to, now.  It makes a difference to have things to do during the day.  That means that all the stuff that keeps breaking around the house will have to get fixed on my schedule and not just any time.  But still.

It’s another face to wear.  Another game to play, in a way.  I have a base, as it were, at the church.  I have a desk.  And an e-mail address.  Right now, I feel safe there.

Oh, and yesterday at the Scottish Games, we visited a Cairn Terrier rescue group (if you are unfamiliar with Cairn Terriers – Toto was a Cairn).  I’m looking into getting another dog.  That will make the cat happy.  And us.

I know I can’t usually run up to the front door and yell “Base!”, or stop in the middle of everything and call a time out.  I guess I’ll just keep slogging through.  I still have to make time for those breaks when I can.  I can’t prevent everything from breaking.  I can’t stop the bad things from happening.  But I can play the games.  I guess I’ll just keep playing along.

That’s it, that’s all I’ve got.

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  1. Thanks, Madelyn, for inviting readers into your life this way. For the things that keep breaking (not the living or furry things, of course), consider signing up with Clarendon Home Services. For a basic fee, they’ll do all the regular stuff and just keep an eye on maintenance. Then they’ll be your go-to source for the other stuff…. and they stand behind the work of all their partners. It’s a pretty fantastic concept.

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