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Taylor Grace loves romance books. Writing and reading are her passion. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two spoiled akitas.

Moving while sick

We’re moving in a week. It’s so exciting and chaotic and scary…and I’m sick. Apparently, my immune system thinks this is the best time to throw a fit. Friday, I was feverish and it hasn’t gone away by today. I’m still off.

It’s the weirdest feeling in the world to go around to stores and malls while you’re sick. Especially if, like me, you have a fever. I was standing there, feeling an odd, out-of-body experience. I could hear things and see things but they felt like they were coming from far away.

I probably should have been in bed…but did I mention we’re moving? That moving date is coming, sickness or not. So, we were out and about and I just pushed through it.

It was still super weird. I felt like nothing mattered. The sales person was explaining something about technology for the new house and it might have well been the instructions on how to run the Space shuttle for all I understood.

My doggies seem to know I’m sick. River has always liked being around me but now it’s almost an obsession. He can’t be more than a few feet away from me, watching me, even when he’s sleeping, to see if I’m still there. When I go to bed, too sick to stay up, he comes with me.

It’s so lovely to have a nurse dog.

A powerful documentary

I watched this documentary around the 11th of November. I am not Jewish but I think it’s important for me to witness what happened. These stories can’t be forgotten.

Washing the dog a la hubby

We’re in the middle of packing our house. We’re trying to get a fence put up in our future house, we’re also trying to deal with a finicky well that’s not behaving, we’re packing and we’re working full time. So, what did we decided to do at this busy time?

Wash our dogs.

We had one little brain cell working though and we decided to only wash one dog. We picked River because he’s the biggest and hairiest and he itches, so he needs a wash more than fluffy, little Ocean.

We tried washing said pooch at a professional place, but River doesn’t like strangers. And we tried a self-serve wash that only poured out dirty water and made River dirtier than ever. Desperate, my lovely hubby decided to do this at home.

Never mind that we didn’t have a tub for a dog, or a way to dry the animal. He was determined to get it done. We were going to use our claw-footed delicate tub and to dry him (get ready,) we would use the leaf blower.

Hubby thought this last point was completely logical and practical. I was more hesitant. River doesn’t like loud noises and River is pretty big. I was pretty certain the idea ranked up there with trying to pet a porcupine. Still, never let it be said that I don’t have an open mind, we gave it a go.

Of course, the bath was a disaster. Of course, River got out while he was soaped and wet making a dash for it. Of course, the claw-foot tub is barely hanging in there after the experience and the bathroom looks like a bomb went off in it.

But the worst was yet to come.

To say that drying him off was a nightmare is the understatement of the century. Hubby held on to the massive leaf-blower while I held on to River’s leash. We counted down and he turned on the thing…

And River was simply gone. I was on the ground, getting the benefit of the leaf-blower’s power and hubby was trying to turn off the blasted machine. The only one who didn’t get blown around was River. He legged it out there faster than I’ve ever seen him move.

Many towels and several cups of tea later, we sat in our living room and took stock of our loses. River was still wet. The bathroom was catastrophic. There was a smell in the house, a mixture of wet dog, dirt and human exhaustion, that was hard to describe. And there were clumps of wet dog hair practically everywhere the eye could see.

With an exhausted sigh, I turned to my hubby.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he observed, indomitable. “We should do Ocean next week.” And a couple of dog hairs fell off his head.

This is us

We’re in the middle of packing our house. We’re moving in 3 weeks and we didn’t want to leave things to the last minute. So, instead, we started packing weeks ago. As a result, everything we need is usually now in the depths of a box, somewhere.

This is us right now. Boxes everywhere.

Just in case you’re wondering, both our dogs are helping us move by blowing their coats at the same time. Yeap. They’re shedding like their lives depended on it and adding balls of fluff all around the house.

This was so yummy!

I did manage to cook something today. It’s a slightly different version of the cauliflower Alfredo from Oh She Glows. I added broccoli to the recipe instead of mushrooms simply because they were the vegetable I had around. It was super yummy.

I also tried this other vegan recipe for a rose sauce and my hubby declared it one of his favourites. I did add lentils to the recipe which I think add a certain something to it. It was super good. We ate it all week and loved it.

 

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hubby is still giving me the evil eye. In a display of incredible genius, I thew out my hubby’s new, never-used winter boots along with our other extras going to Goodwill. So, yesterday, we were back at the stores getting him a second pair of boots.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our doggies know something is up. They keep watching us putting things in boxes and sniffing the contents with concern. I don’t know that they understand exactly what’s going on but I think they certainly know somethings up.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, as much as we have already done, it seems that there is stuff to pack everywhere you look. The garage itself is a nightmare for packing that I dread even starting. How do you pack a rake? A bottles of nameless fluids? Cables and brooms? Tools none of which are the same size?

Definitely, more coffee is needed.

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A huge thank you to Eclectic Ali for hosting the Weekend Coffee share. This week’s link is here.

A simple question

I might have mentioned that in my Day Job, I work with the public. You need to be fast and competent when you work with the public.

You also need a healthy sense of humour.

Case in point, I was working with a lovely person yesterday, explaining her our system and I asked her if she had any questions. She nodded and asked:

“Do you do any Botox?”

Like I said, a good sense of humour is a must.

Where someone doesn’t like a book and I loose my noodles

I think I might have rambled on and on about how much I loved the book The Testaments. I might have just said a word or two. Or three.

Well, I ran into someone at work who…well, who didn’t like the book.

Now, things would have been fine if they had stated their opinion. I can agree to disagree with the best of them. But they had to put it down. They kept saying things that the book needed and should have included and how it wasn’t this or that or the other thing.

Yeap. I almost lost my noodles.

 

Where last week was a blur

I often hear on blogs that people are busy. They mention that they were just running around from one task to another and had no time for anything. I always wonder, what were they doing?

Well, this week was like that for me. I was running around like a headless chicken jumping from one task to another. Now, while this blog is not about personal details, I will give you a list of what it is that kept me so busy.

At my day job, I work with the public. They are lovely people but they are always needy. And it’s urgent and it’s the most important thing in the world and they needed it yesterday. While there are some people who have steeled themselves against those sad eyes and heartfelt pleas, I seem to believe everything they tell me….so, I end up trying to fix all their issues on top of the work I’m supposed to be doing.

At home, our house is giving us issues. We are in the process of selling and moving…and our well has decided to act up. Ours decided to give us water…with e-coli. One panic-stricken water test later, we’re tossing bleach into our pipes and well, wondering if we’re going to die. Believe it or not, the bleach didn’t seem to kill whatever was bothering our water, so we moved onto chlorine. And threw those tabs down the drains and the well for good measure.

The issue with that is that, while the chlorine is doing its job, we can’t use the water…

Fun week, right?

Still, check out this little guy. How adorable is that?