Photo of the day, day 12

Namaste Kitty resides in a sunny corner of my backyard. Beneath the statue are the remains of my beloved, crazy-ass cat Felina who lived to the age of 18. When she passed away in my daughter’s bedroom one warm and bright summer day, my heart broke in two and has never fully recovered.

Felina Catina Jaeger came to us at barely 8 weeks old from the Human Society when my daughter turned 6 years old. From the moment she entered the house she was best buds with my 7 year old Lab, Ella and never left either her side or my daughter’s. She’d sleep on our beds, under the covers if we let her, on us, across us and always with us.

The day I had to call my daughter in her apartment and let her know Felina had passed is one of the bottom 5 days of my life.

They leave us much too soon, kids. Much too soon.

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#TeaserTuesday, 1.11.2021

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From the upcoming MIX & MATCH, dropping on 3.1.2022

“What’s wrong with this one?” Donovan asked when she shook her head. “Seems fine to me.”

“It’s too hard.” Jasmine pressed down on the mattress with both hands and met resistance.

“Aye, and you said the other was too soft. I feel like we’re starring in a Grimm’s tale instead of shopping for a guest bedroom mattress.”

“You don’t want your parents or anyone else who comes to visit to be uncomfortable, do you?”

“No. But we’ve been to three stores already and found nothing to your liking.”

“That’s why they call it shopping.” She rolled her eyes. “You can’t pick the very first one you see. You’ve got to shop around. You’ve got to try them out. You don’t buy a car without taking it for a test drive to see how it handles, do you? A bed is the same way.”

“What do you propose we do to take it for a drive? Sleep on it?”

“Don’t be snide. Here.” She led him to one labeled comfort sleeper. After pressing down on it with her hands and noting how firm, yet supple it was, she said, “This one looks promising. Lie down.”

“What? Here? On that?”

“How else are you going to know how it feels?” She sat on the bed, bounced a few times, then assumed a supine position, her feet pointed toward the bottom. Patting the mattress, she said, “Come on. Hop on. Take it for a spin.”

With his hands fisted on his hips and his brows glued together over his eyes, he shook his head. Then he shrugged and settled down next to her.

They were on a bare, king-sized mattress in the middle of a commercial bed store, surrounded by other shoppers and salespeople. It never occurred to Jasmine there was anything remotely sexual about reclining on the bed with him.  They were merely shopping for an item he needed.

The moment his back hit the mattress and he turned his head to look at her, that notion flew out the proverbial window and her pulse started racing. 

The bed was big enough they could stretch out their arms and only barely touch fingers, but to Jasmine it suddenly felt small and intimate.

Too intimate.

She bolted upright then threw her legs over the side so she could sit on the edge. For some reason sitting on the bed seemed less… carnal.

“Aye, this feels brilliant,” he said. “More comfortable and cushy than me own bed, for sure.”  Donovan was oblivious to her discomfort as he rolled side to side, testing the coils and springs.

Jasmine stood, her face feeling as if she’d stayed out in the sun for days.

“Can I help you two?” A salesman with an I-hope-to-make-a-sale cheek-wide smile approached them.

Donovan pulled off the bed to stand. The salesman stuck out his hand, which Donovan took.

“If you two are looking for a bed that’s gonna last a lifetime, you’ve found it,” he said. “I’ve gotten letters from dozens of couples who’ve told me how pleased they are with this mattress brand. Everyone from the kids who come in on cold mornings to cuddle to the pets who find their way at the bottom of the bed during the night love the comfort of this brand.”

For some reason Jasmine felt the urge to clarify the situation.

“Oh, we’re not together.”

“I thought—”

“I mean, we’re together, here and now, just not together like a couple. The bed’s not for us. It’s for him.” She pointed at Donovan. “For his guest bedroom. His parents are coming for an extended visit and he wants them to be comfortable. We’re not a couple. Just friends,” she added.

Donovan’s brows were kissing again by the time she finished babbling. The salesman’s smile dimmed, when he turned his attention to Donovan.

With a nod, Van explained what he was looking for in the way of cost and availability.

Me thinks the lady doth protest too much, hee hee!

here’s the preorder link if you’re intrigued: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09P48WPZC

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Photo of the day, day 11

I always show you Maple’s puppy stew when it’s already in the containers. This is what it looks like when it’s cooking. Today was cooking day. I have enough for the next 21 days now. She gets fed this every morning and since day 1 of giving it to her she’s had no more diarrhea, skin allergies, or weepy eyes.

Here’s a quick funny story.

You all know I cook every week for my parents. I usually do It on Mondays. A few months ago I was cooking Maples stew at the same time I was cooking my parents’ meals for the week.

After I delivered them I got a call from my mother saying, “Peggy, that stew you made was the most delicious stuff ever.” I was baffled because I hadn’t made them stew that week. Then it hit me: I must have given them some of Maple’s food by mistake.

Of course, I didn’t tell her she was eating the dog’s food. I may be dumb at times but I’m never stupid!!

Here’s the recipe if your dog has severe allergies to EVERYTHING like mine does.

2lbs skinless, deboned chicken pieces

2 lbs stew meat, or lamb cut into bite-sized pieces

2 28 ounce cans of diced tomatoes

1 lb shelled peas

1lb green beans

1 lb cut carrots

3 large sweet potatoes, peeled, and chopped

2 cups barley or brown rice ( i alternate every month)

1 teaspoon oregano

2 cups cut squash ( if you want)

1 lb corn kernals ( if you want. Some dogs don’t digest corn well)

Place everything in a stew pot. Cover with water until just covered. Bring to a boil then once it is, cover and simmer for 2.5 hours or until meat and veggies are very tender ( no longer than 3 hours).

Place into individual containers and freeze. I have 2 cup containers. Defrost one per day. Maple gets hers as her breakfast.

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Photo of the day, day 10

Remember I showed you my Aerogarden the other day? This is the scaled-down, garden herbs version that I bought last year on one of the VIEW’S Deal of the day for 1/2 price. You’re supposed to grow herbs in it. I choose to grow lettuce.

You all may be asking HOW MUCH LETTUCE CAN 2 PEOPLE EAT? but’s it’s really 3 people.

Well, 2 humans and a dog. Every night for supper Maple has a salad of lettuce, chopped carrots and either salmon or chicken.

Spoiled much?

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#SundaySnippet 1.9.2022

from the upcoming MIX & MATCH 3.1.2022

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09P48WPZC

The Friday night social scene in Heaven N.H. wasn’t the eclectic, happening, busy one she’d grown used to while living in Manhattan. She and her ex had routinely made Friday a date night when his work schedule allowed and they’d attended many a packed jazz bar or bistro over the years. Mood lighting, expensive décor and a drink menu that boasted thousand dollar bottles of wine and champagne had been the norm, along with cocktails going for upwards of twenty-five dollars a glass.

The Love Shack, Heaven’s own answer to the bar scene, was a wooden, rustic, brightly lit establishment with butcher block tables covered in gingham tablecloths and where the most expensive bottle of wine topped out at sixteen dollars. The costliest cocktail served was a four dollar cranberry Cosmo that was heavy on the Ocean Spray and light on the vodka and Cointreau.

Jasmine scanned the bar where Olivia told her her date would be waiting. There were three men scattered down along the rail. Two she recognized from high school and one guy whose face she couldn’t see because his back was to her. When he turned she realized immediately this was not the man she was due to have drinks with.First there was no way this guy was 36 years old. Her mother would have called him Gramps.Clue number two was the wedding band on the hand holding his beer. It was so tight, the skin surrounding it swollen, his knuckle hair squeezed around it, indicating it had been there for decades.Nope. This wasn’t her guy. A cursory glance around the place showed most of the tables were taken with couples.Her date had yet to arrive.

“Hey, Jazz,” the bartender and owner, Kick Loomis said from his perch drying beer glasses behind the bar.

“Kick.”

“You squattin’ or sittin’, sweetheart?”She’d been in the place enough times in her life to know he meant was she going to sit at the bar or take a table.

Jasmine was self-conscious enough she didn’t want to be seated on a bar stool, sitting alone while waiting for her date, especially when one of the guys she’d gone to school with tossed her an inquiring eye and a raised eyebrow. She didn’t want to get into a how-you-doing-what-you-been-up-to-since-high school chat. If her memory served, and it always did, the guy had been one of the football heroes of Heaven High back in the day. Those glory days were long gone and she had no desire to listen to him dredge them up.

She spotted an empty table in the corner and nodded toward it.

“I’ll send Raylynn over with a menu.”

She nodded and as she was about to head for it felt a tap on her arm.

“Excuse me. Jasmine?”

She turned at the sound of her name, spoken in a deep, soft voice blessed with a charming accent and found herself face to face with the gorgeous guy she’d spotted in her mom’s office. The one Sharmaine had been sucked on to like a tick

.Good Lord, he was even better looking up close and personal than he’d been, seated, and ten feet away from her. Stunning blue eyes, the color of freshly laid Robin’s eggs topped a face with high cut cheeks and a jaw forged from granite. Midnight hair curled around his ears and caressed the nape of his neck. Layered waves fell across his head in a chaos of perfection.

She’d been right about his height. Most men she could stare straight in the eyes due to her own long legs. But she had to tilt her head back a bit to look into this man’s striking ones.“You are Jasmine, aye?” Even his voice was gorgeous, the song of Ireland singing through it.

She nodded, her own voice deciding now would be a good time to leave on vacation. And when his smile took a slow stroll from one corner of his full, thick lips to the other, showing perfect, straight white teeth, the tips of her fingertips began to tingle like she’d fallen asleep on them and spent the night with them cuddled beneath the weight of her body.

He-of-the-handsome-face stuck out his hand and declared, “Good. Olivia said to meet you here. Donovan Boyd, but everyone calls me Van. Lovely to meet you.”

Jasmine knew she should shake his hand. It was the polite thing to do, wasn’t it? For some reason, her brain wasn’t sending any signals down her arm to lift it up to his outstretched one.

Donovan, or Van, kept his hand out, his smile in place, and ticked his head to the left a hair. A clap of booming laughter rang out from somewhere behind her and finally propelled the gears in her brain to start turning again.

After a head shake where she actually heard her brains rattle, she extended her hand and slipped it into his.

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Photo of the day, day 9

The the epitome of lazy dog syndrome.

She’s still in the cone and still NOT allowed on the couch – but deems it okay for her to not only go up there but fall asleep in this ridiculous position as well using the arm rest as her own personal pillow.

Honestly, this dog is the love of my life and the bane of my existence!

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Photo of the day, day 8

So I didn’t go once during the pandemic year 2020 and only went back right before Omicron hit.

But…I have been going 3-4 times a week with hubby, masked, and keeping my distance from everyone. It actually feels good to be out and exercising instead of on the treadmill all alone in my basement ( which is where I spent 2020/2021.)

Keep fit, kids!

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Photo of the day, day 7

I’ll be taking this down today and returning it to storage until next year, but wanted to show it to you for today’s photo.

This is my Nativity set. The reason it is so near and dear to me is that the stable was my beloved mother-in-law’s. It is over 60 years old and get this: the light bulb still works and has never been replaced. It’s true when people say they don’t make stuff like they used to — even lightbulbs!

The Nativity set is mine, a Willow Tree set it took me three years to collect. I simply love it. The figurines may not be in proportion to the stable itself ( in real life they would be Amazonians!) but I think the overall aesthetic still works.

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Photo of the day, day 6

In my never-ending quest to be healthier, I purchased an Aerogarden for our family last Christmas. I grow lettuce, exclusively, in it because hubby and I like salad every night as our first course to dinner.

It’s a breeze to operate and so far we’ve been through 3 cycles of new plantings. AS a cost differential, I pay 15 dollars every 6 months for 1 box of 9 lettuce pods, which last me between 4 and 6 months of daily use. If I purchased the same amount of lettuce every week in the inflated grocery store now, I would pay about 4 dollars a week/16 a month.

15 dollars for 4-6 months instead of 64-96 dollars for the same time period?
Yeah, this garden is a good thing. It’s already paid for itself twice over.

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Photo of the day, day 5

This goofball has an abscess on her paw and continues to lick it despite our continual verbal commands not to, hence… the cone of shame.

I love this picture because she looks like she is smoking a cigar when it’s actually one of her organic bones she loves so much.

This dog is the love of my life and the bane of my existence. In the 15 months we’ve had her she’s been to the vet’s office more times than my older lab had been in 12 years. She’s definitely my middle child, kids – rambunctious, energetic, off the wall at times, but so sweet, loving, and smart, too.

~Peg

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