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Today in My History

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2001:  For the Birds
2002:  Not a Great Story, Just What Happened
2003:  It's All in Your Head
2004:  About that Arm
The World's Biggest Tourist
2006:  Scarier and Scarier
2007:   Look Who's Back!

2008:  Don't Cry

2009:  Modified Rapture
2010:  Up to My Ears in Frosting
2011:  My Friend Ruth, a Preview

Bitter Hack
"Ruthless, the Musical"

Books Read in 2012
Updated: 1/17
"Making of The African Queen"
"Akubra is Australian for Hat"


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Christmas 2011

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22 January 2012

I hold in my hand...the last orange

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Every year for more years than I can count, about a month before Christmas, a guy named Don Kessler calls to ask if we want to order oranges or grapefruit.   It's a fund raiser for a local musical group.  When we had kids and foreign students here I always got a box of grapefruit and 2 boxes of oranges. 

As our population has diminished around here, it got down to a half a box of oranges, but we went through that so quickly last year, I ordered a full box again.

The citrus comes from Florida and I can say that I can probably count on the fingers of one hand the pieces of bad fruit we have had in all these years.  They are ripe, sweet, juicy, and delicious.

When everyone was home, on Christmas morning we would squeeze a full pitcher of fresh orange juice.  Now I just cut the oranges in half, cut each half in thirds, and eat them right off the rind standing over the sink.  No worries about my vitamin C intake in December and January.

The fruit arrives about 2 weeks before Christmas and today, I sadly ate my very last orange.  It's a long time to December 2012.  It's too bad that these oranges are so good that they spoil me for oranges that you get at the supermarket, which are sometimes good, sometimes not.

Today was also Buddy's last day here.  We had our last cuddle times.

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Even Polly, for the very first time didn't chase him away when he climbed up into the recliner and went to sleep.

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And finally it was time to take him to Petco.  I packed up all his stuff in the carrier he came in and we put it in the car, Buddy in my lap.  As we approached Petco with all the dogs barking and all the confusion, he began growling and barking and trying very hard to get out of my arms.  I've never seen him so confrontational.  I put him in the cage but he barked bloody Hell, so Walt went and found a tiny collar and we put that on him and attached a leash made for a huge dog to it.   He immediately marched up to the nearest cage and began growling and barking.   Then he started rushing off through all the legs, barking, and beginning to sound panicked.  I think he thought he was lost.  He had never been on a leash before and I'm sure he didn't know I was at the other end of it.

I finally picked him up and he calmed down, but we had to leave for another engagement (about which I will write tomorrow), so we took the crate to the back of Petco, put him in it, and left him with the SPCA volunteers there. I raced out of the store before he could start whining and crying, because I didn't want to remember that being my last sound of him.

Mazel tov, little puppy.  Today you are a man.  Sort of.

We came home this evening and picked all of the towels off the floor, didn't have any puddles to step in, and only 3 meals to fix for dinner.  I wonder what Buddy is doing with his new "brother."


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Goodbye, Buddy!



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