Once transferred to my private room, I noted the message board on the wall next to the clock, beneath the small TV. It informed me, as such hospital boards do: “Your RN is Kevin” and “Your CNA is [name I can’t remember, because she wasn’t as memorable, apparently, as some singer’s doppelganger].”
I thought, Kevin? Seriously, a man? And as I lay there frumpy-times-a-thousand, I hoped and hoped it wouldn’t be some young, hot dude. Because the last thing I wanted was an intimidating man hunk administering my meds and regularly checking all the wires glued to my braless and saggy, you know, heart area.
One of these weeks I’ll remember before Wednesday that Tuesday is trash day.
There is good all around, you need only be looking for it. (But sometimes it sneaks up on you!)
Come morning the cat may still have a noticeable amount of food left in her bowl, but she’s going to feign starvation anyway.
Cold days and good movies (and books!) go really well together.
My friends will always view me in a fairer light than I view myself (which is a powerful thing).
“I am invincible, as long as I’m alive.” — John Mayer
Much awe and entertainment are to be had by digging through old photos in antiques shops.
“I’m ready for spring,” said 18-bajillion people this month.
There is always something new to learn about oneself.
Dirty dishes don’t clean themselves, no matter how long you leave them sitting there.
There is no pause button for life. Rewind, neither. Makes you want to pay real close attention, doesn’t it?
Your observations. Go:
In my current novel-in-progress, which is women’s fiction, my main character has a dog named Phillip. He’s a grumpy beagle who, despite being “just” a furry sidekick, steals every scene he’s in. Whether it’s his sheer disdain for everything going on around him (truth is, his discord is all a ruse), or the way he lovingly gets under the MC’s skin, this guy has what it takes to be one of my favorite dogs.
And of course now I’m thinking about my other favorite dogs, so let me introduce you.
Let’s do the fictional pooch first: Enzo, from Garth Stein’s novel, The Art of Racing in the Rain, my favorite (I said favorite!) book. (You can read the review I wrote here.) He is a loyal, intelligent dog who stole my heart in paragraph one.
Best for last: My niece, Chloe! She’s an English bulldog with the best temperament and sweetest face you’ve ever seen. See? –>