It breaks my heart that our family will be starting over in Wyoming without you. Even though you probably would have hated it, you never did like the outdoors, you would have loved being with us. We had you for eleven and a half years before old age and arthritis finally took too heavy a toll.
You were an adorable puppy and I adored you. Even from the beginning, your tongue was rarely in your mouth.
We took you camping, which you hated, and walking, which you also disliked. We even bought you saddlebags, which you wore like a champ even though you detested hiking.
There were a lot of things you loved.
You loved your family. You were an awesome snuggler, even if you hogged the bed or couch. Your favorite place was with your people.
Christmas was a favorite time of year for you. You especially loved scratching your face with the tree branches and snoozing amidst the presents.
You took three new additions to the family, two boys and another puppy, in stride. You were unsure about Wicket for almost a year before you decided you loved her and she could share the couch.
Thanks for bieng my first “kid and for always loving me. Today was the hardest good-bye I’ve ever had to say.
I love you, puppy dog.
Karen Schneider, who has always given me great advice, is sharing some of her wisdom about being “famous.” Timely, the post is, being just before Midwinter, when we will all scurry around trying to meet old friends and new ones in chilly Philly.
I really enjoyed the post and was reminded of all the people, like Karen, who have helped me in the past few years.
I liked that she placed “famous” in quotes. Famous is a meaningless thing compared to our lives outside of the limelight. What really matters is how we live our whole lives, not just what we do at conferences, in front of audiences, and when people are looking. I love all the things I do as a librarian, but getting to lounge on the couch with these handsome boys is better then anything else I have ever gotten to do.
Karen also mentions Bette Davis, who played the best bitches on the silver screen. I am partial to her portrayal of Regina Giddens in The Little Foxes. I highly recommend it to anyone who loves Davis, old movies, or good, old fashioned, evil women.
My favorite piece of advice from Karen’s post was to help others. I think, whether you pull weight or not, helping others is always important. There is always someone who could use your hand or a smile.
–Jane, hopes she lives up to her ideals on more days than not
This morning I am packing and getting organized for a quick three day trip to San Antonio. Pullo thinks I have stayed home to play with him and is disappointed that all I have done so far is upload Flickr photos and laundry. Pullo does not like it when one of us is gone and I always picture him at the window, like this, waiting.
I am nervous about the preconference I am teaching on a few different levels. This will be the longest class I have taught, even though, my song and dance is just in the morning and someone else is teaching the afternoon portion.
I feel better then I have in days, even though I am woefully behind in everything. I am hoping that the couple days after TLA and before CIL will be enough for me to catch up. The next post should be a report from the field (unless I find time to do some reading). Everyone traveling to TLA, be safe.
–Jane, see you in the world
I enjoyed Seattle and I would like to live somewhere else other Texas in my lifetime. I have been plotting various ways to get Mr. Rochester to pick up our tent stakes and move.
I think I may have found the perfect job for my rocket scientist. Who knew that Jeff Bezos was running a company that built rockets. In my head I can only think how random it is.
What do you think Mr. R? Do you think Pullo would enjoy Washington?
–Jane, thinks a change of scenary might be just the thing
Thanks to some tornadoes in the area, I have the morning off. The rain has stopped but it is still very windy. Pullo and I have spent the morning cruising around online and going outside to inspect the sniffs on the wind. In the Rochester household, this is called sniffing the sniffs.
I love mornings at home. For the first time in weeks, I am all caught up with my feeds. I am a couple posts behind here, but I think that can be remedied shortly. I am starting to get all my things together for Internet Librarian. It will be my first time attending and I am very excited.
I hope everyone is enjoying their morning; my play time is almost over.
Today involved washing the puppy who was beginning to smell like a stinky dog and napping. Contrary to the appearances in this picture, he does not like to get baths, but he does like to attack the hose.
Today marked the beginning of something wonderful, the College Football Season. At the Rochester Estate, it has been nothing but football, football, football. The Aggies played a little rough, but pulled out a win. Hopefully, we will improve after this first showing. This season marks the first time since he was a college freshman, many, many years ago, that Mr. R has not had season tickets.
Gentle readers, this is what getting married causes, a lack of football enjoyment. Instead of standing for three plus hours in the heat, hung over, and screaming until you get darting pains in your head, you are entertained by washing the dog and listening to the game on the radio.
What has this world come to?
–Jane, what indeed
I am sans Mr. Rochester for the weekend as he is in Maryland. Pullo and I are going to lay around and watch Whedon shows until even he has them memorized.
Here is what is in the tubes for the weekend, in no particular order:
- Finish the two library posts for this space that are hanging around as drafts.
- Write my next post for TechSource before Teresa realizes I am a crazy loon.
- Sit outside with a scotch, a petite cigar, a book, and my dog while the sun goes down.
- Find the floor of the study. (I have been threatened with death or eviction if I do not do this by the time Mr. R is back. I make piles. Sue me.)
- Find the floor of my closet. (see above)
- Go to Miranda and Micah’s wedding.
- Go to church. No sleeping in young lady!
- Make cookies and muffins for “Hi, I am your librarian” baskets for faculty.
- Write some thank you cards from my own wedding.
Of course, all of this is contingent upon the fact that my intentions not get stuck in the internet of tubes. Anyone have Drano on hand?
–Jane, last week one of my employees sent me an internet… (man, that NEVER is going to get old or unfunny)
I just created a nice Flickr profile widget, see below, and I realized I take entirely too many pictures of my dog.
Cat is to librarian as dog is to Jane.
Also notice that the largest tube of meat ever, made it into the spread.
Mr. Rochester teaches Pullo about the finer things in life (beer) at our rehearsal party before the wedding.
This wee puppy (wee meaning 55ish pounds) is five months old today. That little bit of tongue you see always sticks out of his mouth.
His hobbies include disembowling his stuffed horses, laying on the couch, eating dirt, and being ornery.