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She managed to get her phone clean-ish, which is a relief. Maybe now it won’t get thrown away in the garbage this time.
All I had to say to Cooper this past holiday weekend was, “Cooper! Want to go on a trip?”
This was his instant response:
The great thing about the Coop Man is how easygoing he is about things like multi-hour car trips. He’s a little like the Crock Pot logo: “Set it and forget it.” All I have to do it put his crate on the floor, watch him promptly race into it, and then put the crate into the car, where he’ll lie down on his side with a “huff” and doze for most of the trip.
People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily.
—Zig Ziglar
I have been thirsty for approximately an hour, maybe even an hour and fifteen minutes.
Approximately an hour ago, my mom, little sister and I were busy participating in one of our infamous “Family Fights,” the kind that invariably end with me having my head handed to me over some stupid thing my little sister – never me – has invariably done.
This time my mom was bellowing at me because my little sister, in one a move that was poorly thought out even for her, had left a pile of paint-covered rags all over my mom’s kitchen chairs, which are covered with a woven, wicker-esque rope seat.
I failed to mention the important detail here: the paint on the rags was still wet, happened to be a particularly lovely shade of Sherwin Williams paint called “Port Wine,” and she had left them face down on the top of the porous wicker chair tops.
It was exactly as bad as one might think. Equally as bad was my timing while walking into the kitchen for a glass of water, as I was thirsty. As I strode into the kitchen, my mom turned to me, shaking with rage.
“Do you know what YOUR SISTER did?!?”
**blank look**
“No, Mom, I have literally no idea, I just got home; I’m getting a glass of water.”
That was obviously the wrong choice of words; she then began ranting about how irresponsible my little sister is, how my mom ALMOST SAT IN THE PAINT WHILE WEARING A SKIRT, and then I suddenly found myself banned from using the blender because some milk had spilled onto the counter and THIS PLACE IS A PIGSTY.
So…I decided I wasn’t that thirsty and went into the living room to futilely try to organize and turn invisible the two bins of office items I have to keep in my mother’s living room for easy access instead of putting into my storage unit.
Given that I live in an enlarged (and swelteringly hot) closet, it will be good for all parties involved when I find a new living situation. It turns out I own an overwhelming amount of “stuff” when it’s being crammed into a space that’s not big enough for a person with a suitcase, and it’s time to figure something out.
The next few weeks will bring about some positive changes; I am looking at a place this week that will hopefully work out in terms of moving out of the house. If not, I’ll keep looking until I find something that works for me and the Coopman. It’s strange to realize this will be our fourth move in a year; he and I are resilient, as all our bouncing around has proven.
I will also hopefully be able to start putting up new Coop pictures again once I am a little more settled; I know his return to the blog has been eagerly anticipated (yes, I read my emails, folks, your dissent has been duly noted), and I’ve been slacking.
The way he’s been prancing around, pausing, and giving me “Mom, I’m posing, why aren’t you finding me adorable and capturing these precious moments?” looks, I think he’s eager to be back, too.
Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not.
—Virgil Garnett Thomson
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Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.—Lao-Tze
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