Have you ever thought of snow as fairy flakes? Sometimes when it’s lazily drifting in the air and barely seen, I think of it as fairy flakes.
When I woke up this morning it was snowing. Then it started sleeting. I could hear the sharp pings of ice hitting the roof.
It is very rare that I go out on weekends. Today I will not be stepping outside at all.
A Two Cups Of Coffee Day:
Thus, with the heater pumping and the skies gray and unforgiving, it is going to be two cups of coffee this morning.
Sipped slowly. Gratefully. Warming my insides.
In my yellow mug. Because yellow reminds me of sunshine. Something that has been in short supply.
Thank you for all the sentiments about my Charlie having so many teeth pulled. He is doing great.
I can see now that his mouth must have been hurting him for some time because he seems more relaxed.
I’m still giving him the twice-a-day meds the vet gave me for pain and inflammation. I think tomorrow may be the last day because they’ll be gone.
He is not fighting me on the meds as he did when he had a full set of front teeth!
Where He Loves To Be:
He is where he loves to be. With me in the recliner, on a quilt I have in the seat just for him. My Charlie does love a quilt. He is snug as a bug in a rug and quite content.
I am so glad this extracting of 11 teeth is over for the poor little guy.
A few weeks ago I was holding Charlie in my arms and Abi jumped up to bite him.
I had my computer in my other hand, and in the ensuing melee, I managed to drop it. It is working obviously, but showing signs of sluggishness. I’m hoping it is not on its last legs.
I have another computer, but this is the one I like to work on during the day because I can sit and rest my ankle on the recliner. And Charlie would miss his cozy little spot beside me.
Out My Front Window:
I’m looking out the front window and see that the snow is blowing sideways in the wind. The houses across the way look like Norman Rockwell paintings.
The trees look tired. They have braved a harsh winter. I think they want to bud out and show their spring leaves.
The ice storms have damaged so many trees in Tulsa in the past few years.
The wind howled last night. Whipped around this little square house like it was chasing itself.
It made me very thankful to be inside and warm and safe. And my babies safe beside me.
It is the kind of day where you worry about the poor souls and animals who have no shelter.