A Different Kind of Birthday

As I sat in the rocking chair tonight, with my sweet Mabel, wishing her to sleep, a dark shadow emerged from the hallway.  And then another.  It was Sydney, the black lab and Smooch my devoted blond lab, coming to make sure all was well. They plopped down on the floor in the nursery.  Always there. Always available.  Always attuned to me and my loved ones.  It was the end of a long day.  My new job, for now, is being the Granny Nanny.   This was not the birthday of years past.  There would be no dinner out with my dear husband or celebrations with my peeps at work.  A few times over the last few years, I have been lucky to be in rehearsal for a show so my birthday was celebrated by a big, larger than life, boisterous group of actors.  This year it was me and my grand baby and two Labrador retrievers. As usual, I enjoyed the bounty of a Facebook birthday where old friends from near and far, from this life and the lives before, resurfaced to send birthday greetings.  There is much to appreciate about what social media has allowed in our lives.  I love that annual tradition of reconnecting with so many.  Some of my friends posted that they hoped I was having a big party or celebrating with fervor. I have been known to be a bit of a party girl.  Hmmm.  Maybe not this year.

I got the usual phone calls from my family.  That’s kind of what we do.  We call each other and sometimes we sing happy birthday.  But I missed each call today as I attended to my sweet Mabel.  This is a different gig for sure.  It is consuming in ways that I didn’t imagine or managed to forget. I was happy to know that my family remembered me today but not unhappy that I was busy when the calls arrived. My husband, still in Vermont,  sent a beautiful bouquet of flowers that I will enjoy all week long.  I guess he misses me.

I had been in charge since 7:30 this morning when the kids went off to work and then to a rehearsal dinner for a wedding that they will be celebrating this weekend.  It was a long day but not without joyful moments.  What is better than teaching your first grand baby to sing Happy Birthday?  We sing and we sing a lot.  She seems to love it and of course so do I.

But my heart aches a bit for the life I had when life was overflowing with friends and colleagues and loved ones.  This experience of being in a different city, with a different family, albeit my own daughter, is a bit disorienting.  I am NOT complaining.  Not one bit.  But I am feeling the loss of my old life, in Vermont, in Boston, in business, with my a cappella group,  even at camp.  This year, it’s just me and the baby and the dogs.  I guess it’s all part of the passage of becoming a grandparent and leaving behind a busy work life, at least for now. 

Babies have an uncanny way of making us live in the moment.  Thankfully, they are not worrying about the stock market, or the shenanigans in our nation’s capital.  They eat, they sleep, they laugh, they sing and they appreciate the care that we shower on them.

That’s my gig for now.  Perhaps next year, I’ll throw a different kind of birthday celebration.  Who knows.  Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to celebrate with some of you.   

Smooch's Tales- Lost on the Trail in Colorado

I'm so excited that my Mom is letting me blog again.  I had another big adventure this weekend in Colorado.  We went up to the mountains to this place called Frisco.  And we went hiking every day. I. Love. Hiking! The trails are so beautiful here and there are lots of dogs on the trails.  You know how much I love meeting other dogs.  I especially love running through the woods.  You can't even imagine how many smells there are.  And there are creeks and little rivers to swim in.

Usually I run ahead of my humans because I am so excited.  My cousin, Sydney, is more grown-up than I am.  She always waits for my Mom, who is not the speediest hiker on the trail. Just sayin'.

So on Saturday my Aunt Ames and my Uncle Andy took me on a big hike on a trail called Ten Mile Creek Trail.  My Mom decided to do some other things. We had such a blast.  There were tons of dogs and people on the trail and even some kids.  I. Love. Kids.  And there was a rushing river near the trail.  It was kind of like a canyon but the water made it really hard to hear anything.   I ran ahead and met some new friends.  And before you knew it, I was kind of lost. I was a little bit worried.  It turns out that my Aunt Ames was really worried because she sat down on a rock and started crying.   She worried that she would have to call my Mom and tell her that I was lost.   Meanwhile, I met a very nice man who petted me and checked the tag on my collar.  I guess he was worried because it seemed that I was by myself and I was whining a bit. Remember I said that I was a little worried?  I guess I whine when I get worried.   So the nice man called my Mom's number that was on my tag. I just sat down on the trail for a rest.  I had been running pretty hard all day long.  I couldn't exactly hear the conversation but I guess my Mom told him that I had been hiking with Ames and Andy and she was going to try and call them and figure out where they were.  Before long Andy arrived at the spot where we were waiting.  He and Ames had been hiking behind me.  So while Ames cried, Andy just kept hiking until he found me.

Well that was a relief!  I was sorry that I worried my Mom and Ames but I still had a really fun time.  I just hope they keep taking me out on the trails.  It's about as much fun as a girl can have.

Smooch's Tales- Life is an Adventure

Author's Note:  One thing I learned on my recent cross-country trip is that having guest bloggers is a blast.  We actually penned our cross country blog- Ten Legs and a Tail- as a team.  So I've decided to invite another guest blogger to join me on this blog from time to time.  Meet Smooch.  

Life is an adventure

My view of the farm

Life has been pretty exciting lately.  I wasn't exactly sure what was happening back home in Vermont when my Mom started packing big duffle bags, my food, my dog bed and all of my toys.  But I'm always up for a new adventure so I decided to just wait and see what was in store.  On the day that she packed the car, I decided to sit on my back porch one last time.  I love sitting there in the sunshine, surveying my view and watching my chickens play in the yard.  Ah yes.  Life in the country is the best.  I get to walk in the woods almost every day and I get to chase chipmunks and be on the lookout for ground hogs.

Pretty soon, it was time to jump in the car so off we went, down to MA where we met some of our friends.  The next thing I knew, I was riding in this funny house on wheels.  It was kind of sweet.  There was room to walk around.  My dog bed sat on the floor right behind the two seats in the

Sleeping in my house on wheels

front of the moving house.  At first it was exciting but then it actually got kind of boring.  Mile after mile we travelled.  We stopped every once in a while to stretch our legs and with luck, I'd get to chase my ball in a new park or rest area.  I even got to go swimming a few times.  I swam in the Susquehanna River and in Lake Erie and we found some sweet ponds where I could dock dive.

Tied up at the campground. Boring.

There were times in my house on wheels when my Mom and her friends seemed kind of nervous and upset.  They kept talking about big trucks and scary things happening on the road.  But I mostly just slept.  In the night, we'd stop moving and I got to sleep on my Mom's bed with her.  Yup.  Life on the road.  I could get used to it.  We stopped at a couple of campgrounds that seemed a bit sketchy.  There were lots of dogs but everyone was on a leash and they didn't seem that friendly.  I just don't understand it when other dogs don't want to play with me.  I like to make friends
with just about everyone.

At any rate, I'm really happy that my Mom has invited me to contribute to her blog.  I actually think she has a secret desire to write a dog book some day.  She has read so many dog books, you wouldn't even believe it.  I feel like when she lets me blog, she is practicing for the day she will write her dog book.  I hope she does it because I bet I'll get to be in it.

I have lots of stories to share.  Like about when I learned to be a camp counselor last summer.  And how I am learning to be a really good babysitter for my baby, Mabel.  She is really cute.  She hasn't learned to throw the ball for me yet but I'm sure she will soon.  I keep trying to teach her.  I also learned this summer how to babysit for my cousin, Finn.  He is my cousin and is a golden retriever.  He's just a puppy so he needs to learn a lot of manners.  But I love playing with him so I'm fine being his babysitter.

Mabel

Finn

I'm living in an new house now that seems to be really far from Thetford.  I miss my Dad in Vermont. but I like it here.   It's a busy household with a lot of people to play with me.  My cousin, Sydney, a black lab, lives here and that is a blast!  We never met until I arrived at her house.  But now we all live together and best of all, we get to take care of Mabel.  Ah, Mabel.  Babies are the best.   I'll write more about Mabel in another post.  Thanks for reading.  Woof.

Ten Legs and a Tail. The Journey Ends.

Ten Legs and a Tail.. The final installment

Here’s what life on the road looks like.

Our epic journey has come to an end.  After driving 2181 miles, playing lots of quiddler (Annie won the most games and we’ll never hear the end of it) drinking lots of wine (what happens in the RV, stays in the RV), meeting lots of fun people and a few scary ones, it’s time to move on to the next adventure. 

Here are some of our favorite quotes-

"We are, after all, the bigger car."

"Are you changing lanes? just askin’."

As we pull into Abigail and Ryan’s neighborhood in Denver, Annie said, “So glad Ryan didn’t take the job in Santa Clara."

 If we captured your imagination and you’re dreaming of your own RV adventure, here’s our number one Pro Tip-  Don’t Do It.

But if you do, make sure you do it with people who you’re know you’re going to love no matter what happens.

Oh and Pro Tip #2- Bring your latex gloves and a face mask.  Until the next time.