The Wild Life of 2020 EPISODE 1

Did I say wild life?  What I meant was wildlife.  

 

2020 A Dream

From my dream journal.  

Yes, I keep a dream journal, because!!!   I BELIEVE God speaks to me through dreams quite often.  Proof comes in the form of the future unfolding in a way that causes me to 'get it' as I scramble to look back on what I have written in the past.  

Aha!   

I love how God gives me dreams.

2020 Gracie Style

At first it was good.  Mom and Dad were home every. single. day. 

ALL DAY.  But then it started getting weird.  They began to get on my last nerve.

I could run, but I could not hide.

They made me nervous, with their pawing all over me all the time.  There was no rest for the weary. So, I thought I'd give them a little something to do instead of rest their weary bums on the sofa watching The Real McCoys.   

I became sick. 

From there it was back and forth and back and forth in the Genesis to find health care for me. 

We waited in the car for hours till a stranger came out and took me inside.  We repeated this ordeal day after day after day and I wondered, why?  Why can I no longer hear Mom and Dad?  Why do these strangers keep piercing me with needles?  Why does Mom try to force pills down my throat?  Why am I walking into walls?  Why am I confused?  Why is my head... like...  sideways? I'm hideous!!!   And why does everything sound like nothing?  Quiet.  

Back and forth we went in the Genesis to wait for the people to come out and take me inside to torture me more. Everyone wore covers over their snouts.  They put a bunch of icky stuff in my ears that made it even worse.  I was dizzy and confused and sick and hopeless.   Months passed, and they kept taking me back to get tortured over and over and over again. This place, that place, back here, now there.  Why?!

After what Mom called the second ear packing, I started to feel a little better and could even hear her complaints talk of how much she loved me.  But Mom was freaking out when I began having uncontrolled jerking of my legs and body.  Coming off the prednisone, she 'hoped'.  Next day I was okay.  

Okay 2020, I beat ya!  I'm better! 

But then the falling off the bed and tearing my claw off episode.  Ya.  Couldn't hide.  All they had to do was follow the bloody paw print.  Here's how the scene went:

Mom:  She's hurt!  Oh my gosh, she's hurt.  The blood!!!!

Dad:  The carpet!  This has to be cleaned up!  The carpet will be ruined!

Mom:  My poor baby (sob, sob)

Dad:  (grabs some carpet cleaner and is down on his hands and knees) Don't let her walk!

Mom:  I can't help it.  She's hurt!  (applys paper towels around my injured foot, but the blood just keeps on a commin') All this blood! 

I tried to lick the blood away from my paw.  Bloody paw prints followed me throughout the house, outside and then back in again. All the while, Dad freaking out about the carpet.   Blood was everywhere.

All I wanted to do was make it better.  So I licked and I bit and I licked and gnawed and...

Well...

This scene was not a pleasant one either.  

Mom started tossing my pee pads all over the living room floor to shut Dad up so I could walk without leaving bloody paw prints everywhere.  Oh, and BTW, Dad did a good job of cleaning up the mess.  

The only evidence left behind of the horrid event is a lone claw.

    

I feel violated.

2020 The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

 Okay, so the rest of my 2020 reflections will be quite random.  I find it therapeutic to go back and reflect on this past year.  

WARNING WARNING WARNING!!!!  BORING ALERT!!!!

It is my purpose to post a blog entry every day for the remainder of this year, and to focus on 2020 rewind for the remainder of January.  So grab yourself a cup of coffee and go ahead and recline.   

I was saddened to read that the talented Joe Diffie died from covid.  Yes, I knew him well.  Okay then, I didn't know him all that well, but I did get an autograph and picture with him about 20 years ago at a meet and greet after his concert.  He was a great talent.  One of many victims of the 2020 pandemic.

Anvil stayed quite irritated and a bit confused.  

I will be honest, I welcomed the break from the hustle bustle of life.  I read a lot, regrouped, discovered The Real McCoys (I had never watched it before!  Can you believe that!) and spent a good bit of time in nature with my hubby and my girl, Gracie.  Oh, and yes, I was one of the many who binge watched Tiger King!  It is sick!  Do. Not. Watch.

I got a call from blogger friend Sharon's husband, with the news that she had passed away.  I felt like I lost a family member.  We had bonded through books, many she had written and sent to me.  She was a talented writer, witty and sassy and a friend I will miss greatly.

In February, Sears closed their doors.  After spending a good 20 years with Miracle Ear there, a lot of great memories flooded my mind as I said goodbye.  

That chapter in my life, over.  I settled on a chair in the empty office that once boasted so much life, and I was saddened by the death of it all... 

I brushed off the feeling of dread and left the once thriving business, now a hollow memory, behind me to look ahead, for 2020 had so much more in store...  

Goodbye 2020 Part 3

 We thought we'd lose our girl... 

And...  Where is your mask? lol

Goodbye 2020 Part 2

Goodbye 2020 PART ONE

 

Awesome God

The year in review would be one spent mostly out doors.  If I were to do a year in review.

God has been more than gracious to provide the most lovely seasons for us during this pandemic.  Spring.  Summer.  And oh, the most gorgeous fall...  

The year has stung, that's for sure, in that vacations, church, gatherings, and family get-togethers have been a no-no - thanks to Covid.    

But God's presence has been huge, at least in my experience with this year.  I am finding Him and His peace even though the world seems to be falling apart around me.  My God is an AWESOME GOD!!

As Covid rears it's ugly head in  a very big way once again, numbers climbing and some urgent changes in how we do things, I stand on His love and His peace and His protection in all things.  

Gracie says, she concurs.