A friend's dog died recently. It was terribly sad; Daisy was 14 and a much-loved member of their family...and just an all-around great dog.

One week to the day after Daisy died, my friend stumbled upon an item she's been trolling for on eBay for years. And although it usually sells for well over $100, there was a "buy it now" price of $44. After checking out, my friend realized that the seller's user name was "daisydog." She took it as a sign from Daisy. And I'm not going to lie, I kinda did too.

And then I started thinking....

I know several people who've said they experienced some kind of sign from a departed loved one. And selfish and ridiculous as this is...I was kinda miffed that I haven't had any kind of "sign" from my Memere.

Yeah, I know: completely ridiculous. But I miss her, a lot. Still.

When I bought my house (just over 3 years ago) my aunt gave me my Memere's silver tea set. Out of all the things from her house, this was probably the most meaningful for me. I used to play with it all the time when I went to my grandmother's house. I thought she must be a very fancy person to have such a fancy tea set.

However, the tea set has sat in boxes since it was given to me, and is now in serious need of a good cleaning. 

Before she got sick (so probably a year and a half to 2 years ago) my Memere gave me a small, high table that had been in her parlor - perfect to display the tea set. But, I left it in my parents' garage until I could bring it to my house - I didn't have room in my car. And it got damaged - irreparably, I thought. My dad was very apologetic, but said he was going to throw it out.

So that was that. Occasionally I'll tool around craigslist and look for a table for the tea set, but on the list of stuff that has to be done around here, that is wayyyy down on the list.

This past weekend, I was out running errands. I saw silver polish for a good price at Home Goods, so I decided to buy it. Even though I had nowhere to put the tea set. And I'm broke as you-know-what this week. It was the kind of purchase that made me question my sanity, just a little - totally frivolous and unnecessary, especially when I'm this broke.

The next day I went to my parents' house for Father's Day (which was awesome, btw...just an all-around great day). Lo and behold, my dad still had the table, AND he was able to fix it. I was SHOCKED. It's now sitting in my dining room, waiting for me to polish up the tea set.

This wasn't exactly a ghostly apparition, but then again, she was never one for big displays. I'd like to think she's still keeping an eye on me and helping out in her little ways.

Sick

I've had a sinus infection/bronchitis combo all week. Don't worry, though - this guy is taking good care of me:




Being sick = lots of time on the couch. So we've been watching a lot of History Channel and HGTV. The episode of "Love It or List It" is blowing my mind. (First off, the couple is on a $1.5M budget looking to upgrade their 3,000 sq ft row house. But I digress.)

The wife is pitching a fit about heated floors in the bathroom. "How can you not have heated floors?? Then you'd have cold tiles and we can't have that."

Umm, in my world, we live with the heat of the WHOLE HOUSE turned down low...never mind whether the floor's cold. And when I was house hunting, my wish list was that it wouldn't be TOO ghetto fab. LOL!!

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If dreams are the mirror of our soul, then what does this say about mine?

I've been having really weird dreams lately.

A couple nights ago, it was that my college roommate and I teamed up to rob a bank. I was the getaway driver, so I guess that makes her the muscle. (I think we did get away, too.)

Then one night the dream was about organizing all my shoes.

I have no idea what this all means -- except clearly I need a vacation.

My 'hood version of a walk of shame...

...is having to text my tenants to let them know that I'm having "overnight company." Since an extra car messes up parking in our already-crowded driveway.

Damn you, city that doesn't allow overnight parking on its streets! Way to blow up my spot.

Semi-wordless Wednesday

I'm guessing my 'hood didn't make the list.

Brewster Shaming

Guess who was just submitted to Dog Shaming??

This guy:

I'll let you know if/when he makes his Internet debut!

Still here...

It has been a crazy few weeks.

So, last time I posted? I had just gotten my windshield smashed. Just my luck, the glass installer guy won't leave me alone. He's somewhat cute and funny...and has a pony tail and a criminal record. Barf. So of course that means he's wildly attracted to me and will not take a hint.

On a more positive note, I had an early Christmas miracle over the weekend: my kid brother called me. Randomly and out of the blue. He was going to a party about 10 minutes from my house and wanted to know if I could pick him up, if he happened to have a couple drinks. (Kid brother has had his own brushes with the law.) As luck would have it, I wasn't doing anything, so I drove him (and his lady friend) to and from the party, then they crashed at my place.

I was glad to have company- had a little 'hood incident that night. I was folding laundry around 1am (yes, I was home doing laundry at 1am on a Saturday night...welcome to my wild and crazy life) when I heard a scuffle outside. It sounded like a man and woman fighting. It kept escalating, and I was starting to wonder if I should call the police...when I heard the woman yell "he's trying to stab me. Call 911!" So I called 911. When the dispatcher tried to connect me to the officer, we had a bad connection. They traced my number and I think thought -I- was the one in distress...within a couple minutes 4 cruisers were at my front door. And, umm, although I own the house, I live on the second floor. So they knocked on the door...of my tenants' apartment. Thankfully they were still awake and not completely freaked out by the PPD knocking in the middle of the night.

And the scuffling couple? Nowhere to be found. I felt a little silly. My tenants had heard the fight, though, so at least I didn't feel like I was imagining things! (Although I was mildly disturbed that the tenants didn't think maybe they should call 911.)

So, the moral of the story is that I was very glad kid brother called and stayed over...not a great night to be home alone!


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