Monday, April 13, 2015

Dog Lover or Not

Been thinking for quite sometime about changing the focus of this blog. The thing is, I keep mentally changing the focus so often, by the time I get around to actually changing the focus, my focus is changed!  Of lately - in my mind only, the focus is: DOGS. Losing Lady Chee-Chee just recently, as I mentioned in my earlier post, has kept me on this focus - at least temporarily until my focus changes.

Last night found me squeezed into the comfy layout chair with my legs curled under me; a Kleenex box and tossed tissues nearby. In between sobs and blowing my sore nose, I read the final pages of
Marley and Me by John Grogan. First published in 2005, I admit I'm a late bloomer in reading about Marley. Heck, I haven't even seen the movie starring Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson. And before I go on about Marley, I'll fess up: I still can't finish The Art of Racing in The Rain by Garth Stein. I mentioned this in my November 10th post entitled: A Good Beach Read. In both books, the dog eventually passes. Having a "special needs dog" at home, reading about pets dying wasn't something I was ready to deal with. I'm still not ready.

The thing about Marley and Me is - it's hilarious! Sure it's sad, hence the Kleenex box, but it's also so, so funny. And, being a dog lover, I'm prone to give books about dogs a 5 star rating, like I did with Grogan's book on Goodreads. All and all, this book was absolutely fab!! I never, ever laughed so much as I did while reading it. I don't think I've ever laughed out loud while reading any book period! It probably didn't hurt I've had similar dogs like good old Marley and therefore understood how destructive Marley was. On the other paw, I also understood how lovable he was and how much the family grieved when Marley passed. I grieved along with them while reading each sentencePerhaps too, I grieved over losing Chee-Chee, and maybe even for her predecessors, Annie and Boss who I am sure are all having a huge party up in Rainbow Bridge.

Marley and Me: An excellent, excellent book - dog lover or not.

Monday, April 6, 2015

In Memory of Lady Chee-Chee

Three years after publication, the pages of The Big Bad Rain Monster are well worn. On Monday of last week, these same pages were dripping with tears over the loss of its real life character, Chee-Chee.

Referred to as Lady Chee-Chee in the beautifully illustrated children's book , she left us quite suddenly, with all the grace of the Lady we knew her to be. The demon that took her wasn't thunderclap, nor lightning or any other frightening sounds found in The Big Bad Rain Monster. Her real-life demon was cancer, gone undetected up to the final hours.

Although we grieve her loss immensely, we know she is with friends at the Rainbow Bridge.

Rest in peace, Lady Chee-Chee. You were indeed a lovely and inspiring Lady.

Lady Chee-Chee ©www.thebigbadrainmonster.com

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Nirvana in Bahamas

After five days, a flat and motionless aura still hovers over The Bahamas. With hot, placid days like these, I'm reminded of summertime in The Hamptons when the sea is calm; the sky, clear; and the air, dry. Yet, even for Bahamaland, it's way too early for these particular summer-like conditions. Then again, perhaps my thumbs-down cranky attitude has to do with my own personal confinement.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Writer Prone to Distractions

I've been doing a ton of writing lately. The thing is, none of my recent writings are on paper, or even here on my little blog. I call this particular ongoing dilemma: Mental Writing, where (hopefully) catchy sentences and stories bounce around in my blond head, and there, alas, they sadly remain. Most of the time while thus engaged, I'm lying on the floor keeping company with my furry blind dog. Oh, drats. Just think of all the stories I could tell - if only I wrote them down.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Grateful Writer

Bah humbug on New Year's resolutions!

Resolutions are silly; for many, a setup for failure. Rather than fall into that fizzling trap, I thought about what I could accomplish this year that wouldn't fall off the cliff. Something that could grow daily and benefit all. Gratitude was my answer. I would give thanks.

I remembered Tony Robbins, the famous American life-coach and author had said, "When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears." Abundance sounded good. Abundance looked good. If being grateful produced abundance, why not give thanks for all that there is? But how could I achieve this? 

Thursday, January 1, 2015

The Birth of a New Year

I don't go out on New Year's Eve. One reason being, one of my dogs is highly afraid of fireworks. She's the same guilty dog who inspired my writing The Big Bad Rain Monster. Over the years, her quirky mannerisms taught the other dog how to be afraid of fire-works, thunder and also lightening. Now I have two dogs afraid and crazed at the same time. Lucky me. So, I use the dogs as an excuse to stay home on New Year's Eve. I could also use pain, or lack of sleep as reasons, as well. Or, how about - I'm just too old for this stuff.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Hurt Writer

An attractive platinum haired woman stopped by the roadside and said, "Excuse me. Who does your hair?" Stunned, I looked down at my two dogs, well aware I had on my dog-walking clothes. Thinking I had heard wrong, I said,"Excuse me?"

Since that time nine months ago, the woman and I became friends. In fact, she often calls me just to check how I'm doing. At one point, she called once or twice a day; it reminded me of a guy dating a girl. Jokingly, I even asked her if she was dating me.

My friend and I do the normal girl-things: run errands together; sit and talk over coffee, tea or lunch; take turns driving the other to the airport; and, of course - shop. I'm truly grateful for her friendship and knowing she's there if needed. The thing is, she hurt my feelings.