Fluffy Comes to Visit

Fluffy

My sister's dog, Fluffy, is visiting for a few days while her mom is out of town.

I have always loved Fluffy. She is a little Papillon/Chihuahua mix and is just adorable. Except for a disgruntled Margot Cat, everyone is getting along great. Margot manages to spit at Fluffy every time she walks by.

No other news from Eureka Road, except that I wish spring would arrive and stay for awhile. I did see two robins on Saturday, but I am sure they headed south on Sunday! What a long winter this has been.

Mom

Carol Collins
July 4, 1954
Wedding Day

Mom passed away on January 26, 2011. She had been ill, but the doctors had taken her out of the ICU and put her back into a regular room. It seemed like she was safe for awhile. That all ended later in the day when my brother called asking me if I wanted to say goodbye to Mom. He held the phone up to her ear and I told her I loved her. I didn't say "goodbye."

Mom, you taught me what it was to be a strong woman and, even though our beliefs differed, to stand up for my beliefs. I love you.

Off for a Few Days

I will not be posting for a few days so I can attend the funeral services for my mother.

Mom and Dad

The last picture I have of Mom and Dad together. 

Dad, July 18, 1930 - May 22, 2008

Mom, March 21, 1925 - January 26, 2011

Isn't January Over Yet????

It's still January. Oh my, oh my. When will it end? I think I saw the sun once last week. I just had to look through pictures from last fall so I could remember how lovely everything was.

Friday

It's the start of a very cold weekend here in Edinboro. We woke up to snow, blowing snow, drifting snow and now they say we will get a blast of Arctic air that will sit over us for the weekend.

Think I'll go make some brownies.

More Winter

They say more snow is coming. We just dig out of one snowy mess and another appears. I know - it's January. I hear people complain about November, calling it the cruelest month. No way. January is. It's the longest, bleakest, least appealing month, particularly after the excitement of the holiday season.

Libby, my dog, does love snow, even if she has to wear a sweater when it is cold. She roots around with her nose, her face covered in the white stuff. She doesn't even mind that it's January.