Sometimes a Fail Feels More Like A Win
My husband and I should be here, or someplace similar enjoying the sun
We have the keys to a friends camp and planned on heading up there this morning. As usual, he got a call which he felt he had to take care of today and our weekend get-away became a stay-at-home.
Frankly, I’m not at all surprised. My darling husband does not like to go anywhere and will use any excuse he can to get out of going somewhere. We do manage, or I should say he figures out, on occasion that he’d best bite the bullet and go if he values his peace. Those times are few and far between because I’m an enabler. I know, I know. However, I too can balk at actually going somewhere when I can think of a million things I want to do here at home.
I’m used to not going places. We had a diabetic cat that needed insulin shots twice a day. I was less than enthusiastic about entrusting her care to anyone else, and with her health issue, boarding would have been very expensive. I still wouldn’t have been comfortable since I wouldn’t trust a kennel employee to take care of her either. When it comes to some things I’m a DIY kinda person. Care and feeding of my furbaby was one of them.
Now we no longer have her, but we do have another furbaby. He’s healthy but he really, really doesn’t like to be left alone for long periods of time. Honest! It’s not that I feel guilty leaving him home alone or anything, he really doesn’t like being left alone. Ohhhhh! He’s a cat, who am I kidding? Just don’t tell my husband, he sent me flowers to ease the disappointment.
I have my cat, my computer, a good book and some flowers. It’s a gorgeous day, the weather is warm and I can sit on my deck and read when I’m through with this. If that’s not winning, I simply don’t know what is.
(Truly awesome graphic *borrowed* from 1000islandphotoart.com)