
And so, as they say, today is the first day of the rest of my life. My retired life, that is.
My last day at work (yesterday) was, as one can expect, bittersweet. There were hugs all around, and carrying those personal effects to my car at the end of the day definitely felt weird.
But it was time. And not a day too soon.
I’ve said all along that I planned to leave “before the weather changes” so I would no longer have to make that long commute in wintertime. As luck would have it, yesterday brought the first snowfall. Not a lot of snow, it barely covered the ground. But it was icy, there were traffic accidents overnight because of the weather, and I am sooo very happy to be at home with no real need to go anywhere today.
Now it’s me and Puppy Cody, all day, every day. She’s especially happy about that!
Poor Cody has had some health issues recently. As her vet said, “It’s rare for a 10-year-old dog to become infested with three different kinds of parasites.” Ugh. She’s always been on a monthly medication for heartworms, which also supposedly controls hookworms and other parasites, but the vet thinks she keeps reinfecting herself. How?, you ask.
Well, the silly dog just loves to forage the back yard for all those little “gifts” the bunnies and squirrels leave. In the process, she’s probably also picking up bits of parasite-infected soil. Double-ugh.
So, now she’s just finished two courses of antibiotics and deworming – and, because she’s a bad dog who just won’t listen when we tell her to get away from that!, whenever we take her out back, she must wear a mesh muzzle which prevents her from even getting her tongue out. Don’t worry, she can still breathe, bark, and chase those squirrels and bunnies, but she can’t eat or lick anything she’s not supposed to eat or lick. (As a plus, should she actually catch one of those critters, like she did a few weeks back, she won’t be able to bite it.)
BTW, I just realized that if one dog year equals seven human years, then Puppy Cody is now the same age I am! I’m 71. She’s 10 in dog years – which, for those of you who can’t do the math, would be 70 in human years. No wonder we’re both becoming somewhat decrepit!
Hope all is well with all of you and yours. Should you ever be in the Western New York area and want to meet Cordelia’s Mom, send me a quick email (cordalismom2012@yahoo.com). I can’t afford much on only Social Security, but I’m sure I can manage an inexpensive lunch and the gas to get there.
Unless, of course, it’s snowing. Then I ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Hugs, all.
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Image by Cordelia’s Mom/TeddyRosalieStudio



At any rate, fate (or God) seems to have stepped in. I woke up yesterday looking like this:







