I had a pretty good weekend. I’ve mentioned to more than a few people that Saturday’s are tougher on me for some reason. It was always a day when Kathy and I would do a lot of chores and routine stuff. Going to the dump. Recycling. Sometimes shopping. Working in the yard. Laundry. They were not always pleasant either. Sometimes there would be disagreements. As Kathy started getting affected by Huntington’s there could be outbursts of anger that seemed to come out of nowhere. So while Sundays were usually pretty peaceful, some Saturdays I walked on eggshells during the earlier part of the disease. Later, from about 2005 on when she started taking some medicine, things went back to normal and I had Kathy back for a good number of years. I haven’t been able to pin down “Why Saturday?” I suppose some of it might be as simple as boredom. I mean who is going to know if I don’t clean the house now? Or if I vacuum Marty’s hair off the rug?
I haven’t been able to pin down “Why Saturday?” I suppose some of it might be as simple as boredom. I mean who is going to know if I don’t clean the house now? Or if I vacuum Marty’s hair off the rug? Sometimes I do feel overwhelmed. It has been six months since Kathy passed away. It usually passes pretty quick.
Now that Marty has finally figured out that he wants to get in the car and go to the dog park I’ve been trying to go anytime it isn’t too crappy out. Even though I don’t really know the names of any of the humans there, at least I get to talk to people. It is all about dogs. Flea treatments. Lyme Disease. Aggression. Drool. So far, no political or other stuff. Saturday at the dog park was particularly funny. The three Bassets besides Marty were there. One was a basset puppy that is determined to run with the bigger dogs like the Newfoundland whose owner keeps a towel to wipe off the drool. (Marty was still soaked.) There was also a Swiss Mountain Dog which resembles a svelte St. Bernard. That seems to be Marty’s favorite. There is also an assortment of labs and one dog that was part lab and probably part rottweiler. It was really pretty. We went again on Sunday and it was fun but not quite as crazy. When it gets too rambunctious Marty comes over to me and I know it is time to get him out of there.