One son left home a few months ago. Well, he moved a few miles away and he comes by alot. Before he left, I went back and forth between anticipating a void and just wondering when it would happen. We are close friends. I knew that it would be hard to be without him around so much but I was eager for him to get on with his life.

As it turns out, he left and 2 days later, I was rearranging the house. Any feeling of loss I might have had turned into "Sweetie, can you get the rest of your stuff out of your room?" We swapped rooms with Honey and made Sweetie's room into an office. Sweetie dekluged his whole area and has taken to putting his things away. The stairs have never been cleaner now that he doesn't feel the need to mark his space. I found myself straightening an area today that I had avoided for years.

Funny, having one less person smack dab in your universe opens up lots of personal space. I wonder what it will be like when Honey leaves home.

I think it's come to this:

All I'm going to be able to talk about for a while is our little Scotty girl pup.

We'll be going down to see her on Sunday.

I'm learning about a Raw Meaty Bones diet and questioning vaccinations and checking out vets.

It's not so very different from when we were expecting our first child.

Maybe if I space out the lines, it'll look like poetry and people will still be interested in what I have to say. If not, I may have to start writing in rhymes. Some times.

Early this morning I was driving in east county out in the farming area. Looking back west, I could see snow capped mountains blanketed by the 15" that came down the last few days. The sky above me was a beautiful blue then suddenly it looked like someone sprinkled pepper overhead. Hundreds of blackbirds flew up out of a field and over my head, bellies full of grain and ready to go further south.

It's turning into a long fall. Maybe soon there will be a long fall blowdown and all the leaves will be gone. But today, beautiful!

Here's the good news.

The bad news is that kids have been suffering the horrible side effects of anti-depressants for too long. Maybe there is still hope for a non-medicated society in the future?

We went to see "Fahrenhype 911" tonight with Sweetie, a showing put on by the College Republicans. A soldier who Moore used in his film, the amputee, said he had never met Moore and no one asked his permission to include his interview. The interview was with Brian Williams (NBC) and the guy was talking about the phantom pains he had as an amputee. The families of 2 other soldiers spoke, saying they were peeved at the way their loved ones had been portrayed by Moore. The soldiers couldn't speak for themselves since they are dead.

I voted yesterday and there was a line even that early. The election is over for me, just waiting for the rest of the votes to be counted.

And still waiting for that little black roly poly puppy to come into my life. And her name is Roxy, by the way, not Wennie. November 10.

Maybe I should just change the name of this blog to: " Scotties as Therapy" or "Living as Scotties".

What my attention is on:

The world of Scotties
Roy Orbison on iTunes (Blue Bayou)
Painting Honey's room
That Sweetie is doing so well on his own
Our little Scottie (soon to be)
Hoping to avoid having to hire a lawyer
Time spent with a 7 month old little prince
The fact that the colorful leaves will fall too soon
The presidential election
Work
The Business
How Wennie (the little girl Scottie soon to be ours) is doing
Finishing the season of work in the yard
Enjoying the peace and quiet that comes after teenaged boys leave the house
How like a little black baby seal little Wennie is.
Roy Orbison singing "Leah"

We found our Scottie!
I had just about decided that there were none to be found locally and we weren't prepared to travel out of state to buy one. Then voila! A Scottie mom appeared with 3 pups about 30 miles away! They are so cute - like tiny baby seals with teeny little triangular ears - but not ready to leave mom yet. We'll be bringing her home mid-November.

I'm so happy.

I have become slightly obsessed with the idea of getting a dog after living my whole adult life without one. I want a Scottie, but none have come through the Scottie Rescue. So maybe a Cairn, so I signed up with the Cairn Rescue and asked a breeder what one would cost. I don't want a dog that costs $1000 so, moving along, we went to the Humane Society and found a little white dog that would fit the bill, maybe. The dog certainly thought so. $345. $345? To keep a little dog from a life of misery and homelessness? Umm. Someone else thought that was reasonable because the dog was adopted. Another dog suited me, but was adopted an hour after the picture was posted on the website.

Yes, I know there are lots of other dogs there. We don't want to pay several thousand dollars to fence in the whole yard to accomodate a large dog. Funny looking or deranged looking dogs - I can't promise myself that I would grow to love them.
Do I really want a dog? Thinking that maybe buying some more suet for the sparrows and thistle for the goldfinches would satisfy my pet need, I went to Petsmart today and walked out with a Beta fish. He's not a Scottie, but I haven't had to change my life to suit him.