One of the few pleasures in moving seems to be the gathering of friends and family members to get some time with you before you leave. Most of them are aware that the more stuff they give us, the more we have to pack, so gifts have been small and thoughtful. For example, Cousin gave me some Vespa mugs that are adorable. Hub has a few momentos from coworkers and clients. Pictures seem to be a favorite and are very appreciated.
Yesterday was St Paddy's and I went to spend it with BFF. We drank green beer, ate green foods and cavorted late into the evening, when she presented me with a lovely pair of earrings from Northumberland, England. Wow. They are very beautiful!
On the flip side, we tried to return "Shadow" an old black cockapoo to Hub's mother, as we had been dog-sitting while she recovered from a recent illness. I brought Shadow back to mom and was abruptly waved away, with mom spouting, "I cant take care of her. You cant leave her here. Find her another home." And with that, I was stuck with a dog I didnt want. Who is going to take an aged small dog, with her cataracts and her bad house manners? We cant find a home for the poor thing; its crunch-time. And now she's been rejected by the only owner she has ever known, only to be cast into our chaos. So, the poor, displaced pup will have to adjust. I guess she is coming to Arkansas. Sigh. No more gifts, please.
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