Missy - Two Years After

It's been 2 years since I lost Missy Marie, and although it has gone fast, and I've made lots of changes in life since that time, something has been missing. You can't see it and it can't be bought, but it's there, I feel it; every time I step in a yard, every time I see someone with their dog, every time I move from one room to another. Everyone thinks their pet is the best, and that's why we buy toys for them, lavish them with our affections, track them down when they decide to go exploring, and spend unreasonable amounts of money on them when they are ill. Missy wasn't the greatest dog in the world, she hated adventure, had no ego, and didn't travel well. But she was the greatest dog for me. I loved that I could pamper her, push her buttons so she would perform, and most of all her constant loyal companionship. So, where are we? Well, she gave me a legacy of love, and no dog can ever replicate her, but I am ready to find another friend. Perhaps she's out there, just waiting for me.

Rob Thomas and Now Comes The Night a song I discovered around the time she started having health problems. I liked it so now I associate it with Missy. Dumb.

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Summer Swim

It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.

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Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant

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