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Unsteady
He-weasel, Lily and I went for coffee yesterday morning. Because of Lily's dog status we have to drink our coffee outside of Peet's. The three of us sat in a silent and meditative reverie on the Patio; We, respectively, drank our coffees, ate our treats, enjoyed the fall like weather, sniffed at unfamiliar scents, groomed and people watched the parade of Peet seeking passersbys.A little girl, just finding her feet, toddled towards Lily in purple sparkly shoes that seemed to be bought as a celebratory gesture and to shine a bright purple light on the little girl's ambulatory accomplishment. The girl ambitiously attempted to walk, point and name the animal in her view all at the

Monthus horribilis (That's Latin for this month has sucked)
I am not going to minimize or put a good spin on it, things have sucked lately( to name a few: Lily and the raisins; The near Boston move that didn't come through; The case of the stolen penny loafers; Lily and her"False Pregnancy"). While I don't have swine flu or cholera, I do have a dog with a hysterical illness that Freud might have found compelling enough to have made him the first psychiatrist to let dogs on the couch. I am not quite sure how I am managing to survive this time and yet I am. Let me share with you the small pleasures that help me endure this time that even Job might have found unmanageable.1. Drinking Peet's Eggnog lattes.Delicious and MU

I guess this makes me a monkey's grandmother
It started Friday night, Lily was extremely fatigued and was eating less than usual. When we went to bed we found that Lily had decided to abandon her regular sleeping location and was instead burrowed in between He-weasel's pillow and mine and she was not alone, she had brought her two toy monkey's into bed with us and she was gro

ABC's of Nixon therapy
I knew since Friday that Aunt Flo and Shark Week should be arriving any moment, only it didn't. I usually only have one day of extreme irritability, hunger and emotionality and the next day the curse arrives to explain why I cried at the Cheerios commercial. Not this time. This time I have had extreme irritability, hunger and emotionality for five days. That is a long time to feel irritable, hungry and teary.And to make matters worse when one has tried and failed to get pregnant for over a decade one does not appreciate getting one's period a week late. Such a person, especially during the special PMS time of the month which creates greater emotional lability, doesn't have the e

The Valencia me
My short-lived Boston dreams are over. I just learned that the position He-weasel applied for has been filled. The Valencia me is feeling very sad, disappointed and otherwise grumpy. This was so perfect. This was what I wanted. I was sure this was going to be the one. We were finally going to get out of Valencia.Prior to learning the bad Boston news, I had already been feeling a little mood indigo. For the last two weekends I have been in all day test prep classes that kept me away from my He-weasel. His work schedule, as of late, has been such that he is gone before I get up in the morning and he is in bed almost a half hour after he gets home, so weekends are the only time I