If we were having coffee I’d tell you that our garage is almost finished and I have the pictures to prove it.
Stairs to get into our home
A hinge I thought was inspirational
The corner of a window…don’t I take incredible pictures?
Okay, he might look tiny in the picture but this spider was actually massive. As in dinaussor-sized massive!
My lovely Jeep, safe and sound in his new home…and yes, I parked too close to the door. Oops.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my lovely hubby just had a fit over the dogs. He was tip toeing his way around a sleeping River when the dog decided to move…and, trying to avoid stepping on him, the man went flying into a pirouette. It was an incredibly graceful move for a man that is not on the small side. However, River didn’t find it that impressive, and he didn’t think the decidedly British curses that followed were inspiring either.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that just this weekend was the first time when I couldn’t finish a book I had started. It was an odd experience that left me pretty stunned.
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How about you? How is this week treating you?
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If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m worried for our planet. This week has had terrible news, not just in our ability to not hurt the planet but also not hurt each other. It saddens me and I worry for us and for future generations.
If we were having coffee, I would find it hard not to sit quietly for a minute or two in silent contemplation of what has just happened to the UK. It’s just so sad. If it never happened again, it’d be too soon.
But I wouldn’t want to depress you. What coffee would you be drinking? I’d have a lovely cafe au lait. It’s a wonderful mixture of coffee and steamed milk that just reminds me of Europe and never fails to make me feel better.
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I’d tell you that work has never been busier and for some reason that appeals to me (obviously, I need therapy). I’d tell you that our dogs are both blowing their coats at once and, with the dirt from our garage construction, the inside of our house now looks an awful lot like the outside. Just dirt everywhere.
I’d also tell you that my hubby has bought a big truck and he’s now getting buyer’s remorse. I, on the other hand, I’m super excited about it. Truck! And blue! Cool!
Finally, I’d try to get you to smile…or maybe this is more for me than for you.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the first sip of mine was a highlight of my day…and it happened at 6am on Saturday.
Our two dogs being the considerate, loving, patient hounds that they are, decided 5:45 was late enough and proceeded pester me over and over until I got out of bed. No amount of ‘leave me alone’ or ‘go back to sleep’ made either of them settle back into their cushions. So, long story short, I was up on a Saturday morning at a ridiculous hour, sipping my coffee, giving both fluff balls dirty looks.
The coffee was a definite highlight of the morning. It was absolutely divine.
In other news, our ‘garage’ construction is coming along. We now have bricks. Never mind the fact that they are below ground and will never actually be seen, they are bricks and a huge improvement over the giant hole we used to have.
This obviously calls for a celebratory, second cup of coffee.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that lovely hubby has been sick but is on the mend. This is particularly reassuring for yours truly because I’ve been fetching, getting and buying him everything from remedies to mythical British drinks that don’t exist in Canada.
I’d tell you Spring is starting to show its lovely head and it’s absolutely beautiful out. Yesterday, it was sunny and not below zero, so we took the fuzz-balls for a walk. It was like we had emerged from a long period in jail or something because we both had amazed, bewildered looks on our faces wondering at the fact that we could show our skin to the elements without fear of immediate frostbite.
Our dogs, on the other hand, are sad that their beloved blizzards are over. They try to sit on the little bits of remaining snow in the yard and ignore the dry, grassy ground around them.
If we were having coffee, I’d want to hear what you’re doing and what you’re up to. What’s important or new in your life right now? Is there anything that you’re trying to debate or decide? Tell me about your week.
I’d love to hear it because we’ve had a lot of news around here and it’s nice to get out of our bubble of concerns for a while. I find that hearing other people’s stories gives me a break from my worries and makes me feel better.
But it seems you’re on the quiet side today and aren’t saying much. So, here’s something to make you smile.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that Ocean, one of our two super-spoiled akitas, might be a bit sick. She’s been licking herself to the point that she’s irritating her skin, driving my hubby up the wall and worrying me to bits. We have an appointment with the vet on Thursday and I hope they’re on a listening mood because I’m going with all my worries real and imaginary.
I’d also tell you that I finally have an appointment with a dietitian about our recent switch to plant-based food. I have to make a 3-day diary of what I eat and drink and then show it to them so they can tell me how balanced it is or how to improve it. I’m really looking forward to it because I want to know if we’re missing iron or proteins or vitamins as soon as we can so we can fix it. I’m also worried about my water intake. I might be part gecko because I don’t think I drink enough of the stuff.
Finally, before you started to think I was totally normal, I’d moan about our weather. It’s minus 26 with the wind and it’s March. Time for Mother Nature to get on with the program and start easing off. Worse, there’s a massive storm on our way for Tuesday. We already have warnings and special statements online and it’s only the weekend.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my dogs are nuts.
We’ve made them this specially constructed dog house complete with every thing from shingles to extra room, to special floor so that they’re warm and they insist on ignoring it. Instead, they lay on the snow, rolling around in the stuff until they’re covered with it.
We’ve bought them all sorts of doggie toys and placed them strategically around the yard, even going as far as to attach a doggie rope to the fence for easier chewing but do they use them? Nope. They’d much rather chew on our deck.
Finally, we insist on giving them good quality dog food, mixed with chicken broth and other treats to warm up their bellies in winter. But, in complete defiance to all reason and nutritional advice, they insist on eating dirt from our plants.
About this point in time, I’d probably realize you haven’t blinked it two minutes and try to change the subject to something more appropriate for coffee.
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How are you? How are things with you and your delightful little pet bird? I bet he eats his seeds without issues.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my hubby is away for the weekend at a therapists’ conference. They’re doing something like psychodrama…I think. Whatever it is, he’s delighted to go and I’m alone with our two fluffy pooches this weekend.
I’d share that post-election around here, in Canada, we’re still pretty stunned at the results and continue to watch our TV’s in disbelief. I’m hoping that the new President, no matter how surprising his election, will help the US prosper and the world get to a better place. He’s certainly making changes already.
I’d tell you that I’m suddenly cooking. It’s something very new to me and it has surprised everyone who knows me…including myself. I’m trying vegan dishes and so far, have done a couple that taste awesome. I’d probably share a recipe that works really well for mashed potatoes and cauliflower…but you’d probably get up to get a coffee refill just to avoid that subject.
Finally, I’d drink my coffee. With a cup in hand, I can handle just about anything.
If we were having coffee, I’d share that we’re still selling our house and then roll my eyes. We’ve been trying to sell our home since June of last year and it feels even longer than that. Worse, if possible, a prolific family of mice have moved into our attic and, after chewing through some insulation, have decided to multiply.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’m sick. I have some version of the cold that makes me sound like a duck. I’d also tell you that my hubby is also sick and was up all night with the stomach flu. Since he’s not exactly diminutive, every time he came back to bed, I bounced like a cork at sea. So neither of us slept a wink last night. The ones who did sleep are our fluff-balls of dogs who’ve woken up, healthy as horses and with more energy than usual. They’re not sick. Neither are the mice. They’re incredibly healthy.
I’d probably ask for another cup of coffee, since they can’t pump the stuff directly into my vein through an IV and that’s what I need this morning.
And I’d ask you how you were doing. Tell me you’re not sick? Or join the germ-infested.