Friends

The end of the week finally comes.  A long week of working every day, getting home by 7 PM and then starting my 'other job' of doing the things that Carl is unable to do. He is feeling really well and is finally done with the twice-daily IV antibiotics.  The hope is that he might be able to go back to work next week--Paws crossed!

Cissy continues to do well.  Her skin in some places is still red and itchy, (especially her feet) and other infections are still not quite cleared up, so she remains on medication and frequent baths with a prescription shampoo. She has a good appetite, but for whatever reason, she won't or can't eat out of a dog bowl and so I feed her from an old pie pan that works well for her.  I find Cissy's personality very sweet and endearing.  She hobbles around, has to be in the middle of what's going on, and with a bark that is a slightly hoarse, howling and rambling, she gives us her opinion about whatever may be happening!  She really loves attention and frequently surprises me by licking me when I least expect it.  We really enjoy having her as part of our household and I think we've become good friends.

To end my week this afternoon I had lunch with a couple that I consider long-time friends.  They are the very first friends I (we) made when Carl and I came to Virginia in 1995.  We've both moved twice since that time and even though we don't live too far from one another, life takes us in totally different directions, and we only are able to get together once every couple of months or so.  My friend personifies all the best qualities a friend could be and she is one of the few people with who I can truly “let down my hair.”  She has known me in good times and not so good times.  I know I can share my thoughts with her and she won’t criticize or judge me and I trust her completely.  I only hope I am as good of a friend to her as she is to me.

Afterwards we stood outside the restaurant and chatted a little more before we said good-bye and got back to our daily lives.  Just as with every time we get together, I find myself not wanting my time with her to end.  I've decided that spending time with a good friend is just like the cheesecake that I brought home to share with Carl--Why do all good things need to come to an end?  I guess it's a good thing that I bought two pieces!

Finally, my blogging friends, I'm sorry my visits to your blogs haven't been as frequent as I would like.  And because the rain this weekend will keep me from mowing the grass, I'll look forward to catching up with your news!

**My apology to Jo, and to anyone else I may have offended when originally in this post I referred to Cissy as 'being like an old lady.' It was not my intention, and I meant it only in the most endearing way. ~Kim~