Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Christmas Razzle Dazzle.

My hubby forgot his sequin elf shoes( seen here) and left them behind( 3 pair, actually) but I'm really enjoying my quiet time home alone with just Buddy and I here! I can even talk out loud to myself  and dance around the room like a maniac without anyone questioning it or giving me funny looks and can even sing along out loud with songs without anyone yelling at me to shut up and I can even walk around the house naked if I want,too, except that it's too cold. I don't even have to spray like crazy with deoderizer spray after I smoke weed,either, because no one is here to complain about the smell! I could even leave the TV remotes by my spot next to the couch too and not have to put them back where my hubby wants!
Woo-hoo!
My hubby had said before when I was away on my trip for a week that they "did perfectly fine without me" ( cooking, laundry, garbage, running the household,etc.)so they'll be ok when I die,too, but I not only also do fine without them here, all on my own, but I also thoroughly enjoy it! The only "problem" with being home all alone I guess would be if I had a medical issue or accident of some sort there's no one else here to call for help but oh, well. It's weird,too; even though it's just Buddy and I here and we were on the main floor I could still hear what sounded like kids running around upstairs.
Weird indeed.

I can't believe just 5 more days until Christmas and I'm glad at least that this year the 27 YR old won't be here to ruin it, I just hope that my mother doesn't,either. The kids also decided to do a "Secret Santa" for their gift exchange too;anonymously picking a name to get a gift for instead of buying gifts for everyone, which saves $$$$ and the other day the 29 YR old's showed up in the mail and I told him if he's really  curious and wants to know who it came from to just check the postage mark on it and it'll say which city it came from and he can then deduce who sent it, and this morning the 29 YR old was waiting by the door for his boss to pick him up for work  and the door was open so I naturally assumed he had de-activated the security system so I was surprised when I went out the back door with Buddy to hear it set off and loudly blast the entire street early in the morning and I had to quickly run back in and turn it off. I wonder how he managed to open the front door though without setting it off?

I'm glad we still have the snow today,too, and last night I loved sitting out the back looking at it sparkling in the moonlight; it looked like glitter or diamonds but sadly it will likely be gone for Christmas as it's going up to 6 C and will melt.
F*ck.
I also heard a sign dogs have truly bonded with their hoomans  and have a deep connection, trust,and love with them if they look up to them for signs when a stranger approaches, on 'cues" how to respond, and Buddy always does that with me, and in every unknown/uncertain situation; he'll look up at me and see how I react so he knows if it's a danger he's to bark and be defensive or not or if I'm reassuring it's ok. He always looks to me for direction, and now even more so he's practically blind and deaf he now depends on me even more, even to find his food and water and to navigate his way around and he knows and trusts I will guide him and keep him safe.
Like God does with us.

I also noticed at my age( Middle age) that I'm almost "invisible" in society now,too, and no one "sees" me and I can just blend right in and I'd be the perfect age to do undercover field work for intelligence or undercover surveillance work because I could quietly observe and listen in on people and collect intel and no one would ever suspect me or think that anything was "up" Normally they recruit you out of university but middle-age would make way more sense..No one would ever think a middle aged fat grey-haired woman was up to anything and it's always the ones you least expect.

There'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain And I'll be happy, happy once again.-Eagles



 

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