There’s only a week left of 2015. Like life, this year has certainly had its share of ups and downs. But that’s what it’s all about, I guess. If things were always good, we’d stop appreciating them. It takes heartaches to really appreciate how truly blessed we are when life goes well.
The first four months of 2015 were tough. My water heater died and filled the basement with water. At about the same time, field mice were having a field day partying in my kitchen. First time in more than 30 years I’d been bothered by mice. Still don’t know where they were coming from.
A close friend of mine was in the hospital for more than a week. Then I found out another friend had lymphoma and is still fighting that. I was notified that a former 911 coworker had died. She was one of those people I always meant to keep in touch with, but never quite got around to calling. And now it’s too late. A lesson, for sure.
Most traumatic for me, is when my little foster dog, Sugar Bear, was killed in the back yard by another dog. She was a wonderful little old lady, a miniature pinscher, and deserved much better. I had her for more than a year, and still miss her.
It wasn’t all gloom and doom, though, and the highs far outnumbered the lows.
I helped friends celebrate birthdays—most notably a 70th—which included a feast at the Melting Pot followed by a night of debauchery at the Doubletree Hotel. Better to do our drinking in the hotel’s hot tub rather than out and about where we might actually get into trouble. And, oh yeah, we had designated drivers!
I crossed a few more national parks off my bucket list in May when I went to Yellowstone with my bestie, her husband and their dog Sassy. We started in Bozeman, Montana, for a graduation, camped several nights in Yellowstone, spent a night in Jackson Hole, drove through Teton National Park and through the Wind River Reservation, saw Independence Rock in Wyoming, went up into the Black Hills for a Mount Rushmore/Crazy Horse adventure. On the day we’d planned for Rushmore, it was foggy, so we made our way to Deadwood, via the Prairie Berry Winery. I had never been to any of these places, and my friends made sure I saw plenty and had a terrific time.
Right before Memorial Day, I went to the Dumb Friends League looking to adopt a kitten. I came home with a 10-year-old cat named Malibu. What can I say? She seduced me.
Adopting a cat worked out really well, so in July, I adopted a dog from the Denver Animal Shelter. I named her Daisy. She’s a 2 to 4-year-old long-haired Daschund mix. This has been a bit more challenging.
First of all, she terrorizes Malibu and keeps chasing her into the basement. I tell the cat not to run—they’re the same size after all—but she insists on running. We’re working on that.
Then Daisy got kennel cough, not unusual I learned for dogs coming out of shelters. But then she tested positive for heartworm. Daisy tolerated the shots with no problems at all. Now we’re just waiting to see if all the heartworms are dead and gone. Daisy doesn’t seem bothered by any of it at all, now that she’s allowed to run and play all she wants.
I had lots of fun times with family, too. There was my son’s ex’s wedding. Hard to believe all those little grandkids are grown up now!
Spent 4th of July and my daughter’s birthday at her new place with friends and family.
Had several great outings with the youngest, my great grandson, who is named after my late husband, his great grandfather. I took him to the Children’s Museum for his third birthday with his cousins and mom. Also had a great time this fall at Four Mile House for the Pumpkin Festival. I think the little one had a good time, too.
I reconnected with several folks I worked with at Public Service Company, which has been a joy. I also reconnected via Facebook and phone, with an old high school friend.
I celebrated by birthday at a restaurant called Cheddars with friends including my bestie from high school —who I’ve never lost contact with—and her husband, who shares my birthday. We always say we’re going to get together more often, but life always seems to intrude. Maybe we’ll do better in 2016!
I had a couple of weekend outings with my book club, which is always fun. We bring lots of food, booze and books and just eat, drink and read. And play games. And watch movies. And talk. And talk.
Spent a weekend in Glenwood Springs with a group of amazing friends. A lovely all-women weekend.
I saw several plays, most notably Hal Holbrook in “Mark Twain” with the book club ladies. So happy I finally got to see that. Also saw “If/Then” which was amazing along with “Motown, The Musical”. The latest play was a two man show at the Galleria called “Murder for Two” wherein two actors and a piano played 13 parts. It’s a murder mystery and great fun. I highly recommend it. Saw “A Christmas Story” shortly before Christmas.
I went to several book signings of friends and local authors. I’m hoping to eventually get inspired to do my own writing.
Like I said, there were a lot of ups and downs, all part of life and living. I love retirement and am thankful everyday for the people—past and present—who share my life. I am so lucky.
So I hope you’re having a Blessed Solstice, Happy Holidays, a very Merry Christmas and an amazing, and safe, New Year.