My Book

Okay, the book is in the early stages right now, but we hope to have it in print by January. I am just excited. The book is in the voice of a dog and is three years of letters to his boy, my grandson. I will definitely be broadcasting the release far and wide as the end of this process draws near. I will blog about writing a book!

In the meantime I will blog about closer subject matter and he who provides so much inspiration .......

My hardworking husband always has an extra job on the back burner for our down time in the winter. He was working at the gas station at the end of the road here until the owner decided to subtract ride-offs from his meager paycheck. Ride-offs are those folks who decide to pump fuel into their tanks and simply ride off and not pay. The higher the cost of fuel, the more often it happens. So, when he confronted the man about the deduction, the man did not want to talk. He wanted to fight. Really. I tell you, you cannot make this stuff up! The man is known for his hot temper and rather colorful use of language. He who is a lover, not a fighter, simply drove away.

He has a new job. He takes calls to go out with the wrecker and tow or haul the wrecks in. This not only allows him to drive a big truck and play with equipment, but he gets to wear safety green and orange day-glo colors. He is kind of cute, I must say.

But ........ when the phone rings in the wee hours of the morning and he proceeds to talk to the dispatcher while still in our bedroom, not four feet from my head and then turns on every light in the house to find his clothes, he is not at all cute. I get up out of bed when I cannot sleep and quietly leave the room under cover of darkness so as not to disturb my mate. I only ask for that same consideration. I am a very light sleeper and once awake find it difficult to get back to sleep. I suppose he thinks it must be okay not to even try to be quiet, since I will wake up anyway.

He got a call around 4 this morning. I had already been up once to take the dogs out and find out why the cat was yowling. Of course, when I got up, I did not talk on the phone or turn on the lights and I made no unnecessary noises. I may have grunted when I heaved the fat dachshund back into bed. Did I cry out when I stubbed my toe on the fan that he insists on positioning right in the normal walking path? No, I did not. Did I throw the dog toy I stepped on against the wall and say a few choice words to the animal responsible? No, I did not. If I need some illumination, I turn the closet light, not the overhead light on. 

He got out of the bed while talking in a normal tone to the caller and left the room as he talked and turned on every light he encountered. The dogs thought it was great time for an excursion and stood waiting patiently at the end of the bed to be lowered to the floor. Two of them, anyway. One tried to push me out of the bed to overtake my warm spot and the puppy called Toni jumped in and out of the bed to let me know she was ready for some outside time. So, I got out of bed to accommodate the dogs and ran into him as he came back through the house turning on any lights he may have missed on the first pass. He was looking for some jeans. Not in the closet where they hang, but in a stack of folded laundry ..... or previously folded, I should say. So, I followed the man and directed him to clothes and turned out lights. When he left, he told me to go back to sleep. That helped a lot.......