I'm afraid of the dog! I'm afraid of the dog! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't leave me alone in the room with the dog!
Yes, you're certainly correct about me being afraid of this. Which is why, I guess, going to the movies last night was a good start. Although D7 was with us, she is nonverbal and while she entertains herself (coloring while slugging down a chocolate milk shake), we talk.
I'm taking your comments to heart, though. Point taken! I'm thinking that it might be a bit easier for this to become clear for both of us if we hang out as a family--first. I'll let you know if anything transpires.
Pen, where the heck are you? You come here with good comments and then disappear? Pam and Mer, this includes the 2 of you!
D7 and I were watching Hercules today when Mr. W. rang. He had finished golf and said, "So what's the plan tonight?" I was speechless. I managed to muster, "What do you mean?" He commented, "Well, what's on the agenda?"
This clearly caught me off guard. I managed to stammer a bit before he spoke, "Do I have D7 tonight?" I finally answered, "No. You had her last weekend. We're heading to church soon and that's fine."
He added, "Well, I figured I should check in with you seeing that my communication skills have been poor lately. I didn't want to assume anything."
He offered more. I'm still just letting this be. "I'm taking Gary's brother to see the Studebaker in a few minutes (he wants to buy it), and then Gary thought about having an impromptu BBQ."
He then continued, after clearing his throat...
"Is it okay if I come over tomorrow?"
Before I go on, it was like being in a dream, where I could not muster any words. I was a mute as D7. So he spoke again.
"I want to finish cleaning up after draining the hot tub."
Me: "Okay."
MW: "I was thinking about coming over in the morning. I would like to mow the lawn too."
Me: "Well, I had planned on doing it in the next half hour. I'm dressed for it, and it's overcast, which is ideal."
MW: "Bets, please leave it for me if you can stand looking at it another day. I'd really like to do it for you. Okay?"
Me: "Well, if you insist... I can handle looking at it. Thank you."
MW: "You're welcome."
Maybe I'll clean off the patio furniture again (it seems to be barraged with sap this year, and I keep cleaning it) and set up the cribbage board. That's a clear winner.
Who knows?
So is it okay if I stay scared of dogs until I meet one that shows me they're not a scary breed?
Bets
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Bets 
