I’m Thinking Out Loud about the shorter days, the benefits of someone cooking for me and the furkids — of course.
Did you catch what I did?
With my subject for the Weekly Wrap? There’s no place like home. It made sense — it was nice to finally get home and stay home after just about two weeks away.
I didn’t even think about it at the time, but it also made sense in the point of view of my parents. Their new home is not home. Not the dream home they lived in for 45 years and just left (even if they could no longer keep it up).
Maybe I need to live in a retirement place
My jeans felt a little tighter going down to my parents. Small wonder, what with running a half, refueling, and flying across the country.
By the time I left my parents, though, they were feeling really loose again. They don’t serve large portions there (and I did my standard bring food for breakfasts and lunches). Plus they tend to be lower in sodium and a sugar free dessert was always available (that sugar free chocolate mousse was good, y’all!).
So maybe maintaining my weight would be easier if I was being served at least one nutritious, portion controlled meal a day? Lately it seems that every time I visit my parents I lose weight. I used to have the opposite problem!
Being busy is the solution to SADD?
I swear I’ve been so busy the last couple of months that while I noticed how early it was getting dark, I didn’t have time to brood about it.
Life should get a little easier now that my parents are moved. There’s still a lot to do, though — we didn’t move everything; they were downsizing from a large house to a much smaller apartment. Maybe about the third the size of their house (not even counting the attic and basement).
And my father has become something of a hoarder/packrat. So there are just piles of paper that need to be gone through still. There’s a lot of work to do to get the house ready to sell/rent. There will be many more visits to my parents and much more work to do in their house.
I’m holding on to the hope that keeping busy and training for my March half *might* keep those winter pounds off. A girl can dream.
A funny Bandit story
Did you ever read Mr. Judy’s Stop, Chester, STOP post?
He re-enacted it last weekend with Bandit. So while I was down moving my parents, Mr. Judy was at home taking care of the furkids. And one day he was doing some yard work and managed to let Bandit escape.
The recall training? Nope, he was deaf and dumb. And he took off around our cul de sac (we live on a dead end), eventually escaping Mr. Judy altogether (and he’s not microchipped).
When Mr. Judy finally turned dejectedly back to the house, he found Bandit sitting by the gate to the backyard. He didn’t tell me any of this until I was home.
I also told you in the weekly wrap that we had big news for Bandit. Wouldn’t you know that last weekend was the time the rescue Bandit is listed with contacted us to let us know they had someone interested in him? Finally? After 3 months?
We had just assumed by this point that we were stuck with him. And he really has come a long way. The frustrating part is getting him over the last little bit — letting him be free in the house more.
To let him on furniture or not? But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Mr. Judy’s immediate reaction was that we should at least meet with the woman. His exact words were: he makes you miserable. Which isn’t exactly true. He makes my life difficult. And he came into my life after a difficult time, not to mention not long after we got him my life got even more difficult with all the family drama.
But I could just tell Mr. Judy wanted to keep him. He wouldn’t admit it, but I could read between the lines. I didn’t really have much time to think about it while we were moving my parents.
When I came home on Sunday, and was sitting petting Bandit, Mr. Judy came in and said “so are we keeping him?”. There was a bit back and forth, but in the end, that was the decision we made.
I sure hope we don’t regret it. And I definitely hope that we are able to at least get to the point where he doesn’t have to be gated into rooms all the time. Some people live that way forever, but I’d really rather not. Part of my problem is that this is a problem I haven’t dealt with before: can we train him to stay off furniture even though Gizmo and Lola have full access? Will he be able to be on furniture and coexist peacefully with Gizmo and Lola?
We had actually trained Chester and Lola to stay off the recliner where I used to sit with the cats in the mornings (and still sit with Giz when we watch tv at night). It wasn’t until we moved here, in fact, that we started to allow them on the recliner. We also used to crate the dogs when we were feeding the cats, but eventually we trained them to stay out of the kitchen (most of the time) while we were feeding the cats.
Only time will tell.
Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:
Ever had to chase down a furkid?
Ever wish you had a chef preparing healthy meals for you?
How are you dealing with the shorter days?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: