Be Careful What You Wish For

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A few weeks ago I had wished I could stay home and make a small intimate turkey dinner for my family.

We usually go to my sister-in-laws house for Thanksgiving. They live in a huge lovely 1900's house in Catskill, NY, the home of my favorite Hudson River School painters Thomas Cole and Frederick Church. Their house is filled with beautiful decorative art, and it is a warm and inviting place, as are they. But this time of year I am working two jobs, and long to keep it simple for sanities sake. I have a small modest home, and can't feed a lot of people without it getting really crowded. Plus, in the house of broken chairs, we have limited safe seating.

Alas, I was still sick, running to the bathroom, afraid to ummm...pass gas without the safety of the toilet. I sent Megan and her brother to eat at my ex's parents house, and Larry picked on the leftovers in the fridge. I have eaten a tiny bit of chicken soup and some toast, and after a three hour nap, feel like I am on the mend. Fever's gone and SHE'S ALIVE...

And the dog saga....the night that Megan got here and we started getting sick, the dog was still barking at 11 pm. Larry lost it, donned his coat as soon as they got home, and went over to read them the riot act. They pretended they knew nothing about the barking laws, only the leash laws, to which Larry retorted that they are ignoring as the dog has been loose in our yard. A million excuses, and he told them the next time we take them to court. We have done everything humanly possible to settle this without legal action, but it has been ignored. Some people need to be hit on the head I guess...not every one is compassionate, or understanding, or bothers to follow the law. Now Megan and I get the evil eye when we pass them by, but it's on them now, not me. I don't like conflict ever, but sometimes one has to stand up for their rights.

Off to bed. A good night's sleep, and I am ready to conquer the world again.

Patti O Flu

and the pics, my two beautiful grandchildren of course.....

Comments

Judy Vars said…
Oh Patti,
Sorry yoou're feeling peaky on turkey day but glad you're on the mend.
judy
1:12 AM
Unknown said…
yeah what judy said!! i hope you continue to improve so you can enjoy those two absolutely adorably gorgeous grandkids!!!! too bad about the neighbors and the poor dog - at least you tried your best and you're right - the only language some people apparently understand is the kind you express with a hammer...
6:11 AM
Woodstock said…
Hopefully they leave dog food outside with the dogs, and a bear will come along and eat them - thus completing the circle of life...

xoxo,
R
8:59 AM
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