Who cares? Not me

Something is wrong with me.  I've got 4 posts almost done, and haven't posted them. 

I hate winter. 

I'm also tired of wishing I could move already.  I lack patience.

I'm leaving on Saturday morning for San Diego to see our very own "JustBen" who comments here on occasion, and to get the damn California ID and interview with the Housing Authority.  Which is certainly not a done deal, since I've received notice of 3 "I'm on top of the list for housing" letters, with appointments made less than a week later that I could not get to in time (plus the fact that I didn't/don't have a California ID in order to be accepted by them).  I've called and left messages, I've haunted the boss in her dreams, I've sacrificed a goat at the altar, I've done everything I could to get them to call me and speak to me in real life.  But no.  So I'm walking in there with no guarantee they'll even see me.  They do know I'm coming tho.  That is, if they listen to their answering machine. 

I'm going to hold off on renewing my anti-depressant to see if being south of Idaho in the warm and the sun will help.  I really do think it's the winter weather that is causing my funk.  Cause even with good company this last weekend, I was kind of down in the dumps.  And in pain, but thank goodness the itchy allergy to whatever went away. 

Cause now?  I could really give a damn about anything right now.  Except for this.  This was the wrong thing to read knowing my dogs aren't coming with me and I can't decide what to do with them while I'm gone. 

Dooce got several comments about what a well-written post she wrote about losing Chuck.  But I got turned off by the snotty Nascar remark, and the pure torture it was to wonder if they had Chuck back or not.  The suspense killed me dead, and I barely was able to hang on long enough to read the whole post to find out that Chuck was safe and sound.  Good writing indeed.  Hmmppphh. 

After reading about Chuck, and knowing how I felt when Muttin kept jumping into the raging river, and Jeffrey kept thinking somebody was going to get eaten by a bear....  I dunno if I can stand to leave my dogs behind.  Life is so short, people. 

I practically begged a couple of seniors that I trust to take care of them here, so they wouldn't have to leave the building.  I told them all they had to do was let them out the door 3 times a day, and they'll poo and pee and come right back in cause they hate the cold too.  But no can do.  I know my sister can and probably will offer to take them as she did last time, which I really really appreciate, but it really would be best for them to stay in their own home.  I don't even care if they're bored out of their minds, and chew up all the wicker cause they're not getting their 5 miles in - I'd prefer they stayed home. 

But now, after reading about Chuck, hell, maybe I'll just cover the floor in newspapers, and lock the door behind me, so there's absolutely no chance of them running off. 

Ben darling.... does your apartment complex accept animals? 

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Comments

[justben]

of course they do. unfortunatly, the amount of time we will be here is less than significant and i do not think i could handle them on the drive all over the place. nothing against the dogs(sic), but its not a good idea babe. its only a couple of days and just think of the joy they will have when they see you again. it will fill your heart with glee to see them again. absence makes the heart grow fonder.
seriously though, it would be best to travel alone this time sweetie.
Ben

[TC]

Yes, I would take them. I also could stop every morning and evening and let them out. I could also recruit middle daughter into helping out, too. She doesn't read this blog so she doesn't know I'm volunteering her. :)

[MsShad]

I know, Ben. Not to mention the 175.00 for airfare for the both of them. I was miserable last nite about leaving them, but I'm better now. What is more devastating is your ... attitude ... about them. You've got to get over the grudge you have had ever since Muttin slapped you. To forgive is divine, they say.

TC, the question is... what would be easiest, OR where would they be happiest? Hmmm. Can't think about it right now, or I go down funk again.

[justben]

hey, it isn't a matter of one of your dogs beating the hell out of me for absolutly no reason. I was just thinking of being in a car with them for 2 days and actually having to partake in those...conversations with you and them. Not that I mind good conversation, but I don't speak, well ... dog.
Anyway, I am sure they will miss you dearly, and will relish every moment together when you return. Anyway....it's 1 am and my typing sucks.