Chester’s Christmas 2021

Well all I can say is that hell probably froze over during the last week. This will be the Christmas that keeps on giving since the grandkids and I tested positive for COVID on Christmas Eve. Yes, I was vaxxed, boosted, and masked. Go figure. The positive was that it’s just like a bad cold, no worse, and we had Christmas Eve outside around a campfire. I was bemoaning the lack of snow but it turned out to be a good thing. For once Cleveland weather cooperated! (One example of hell freezing over!) We had a very nice visit, maybe one of my favorites. Kind of like the “whos” in Whoville. We didn’t clasp hands and sing (I sang “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas” a few times) but we exchanged gifts and enjoyed the time together.

Christmas eve

Unfortunately when I got home I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom and dropped my phone in the toilet. Ewww, yes I did reach in and retrieve it. I dried it off and it worked! No harm done to the phone! I, on the other hand, cringe whenever I touch it. It reminds me of a Seinfeld episode and I think I will have to get a new phone.

On Christmas Eve I got a stuffed hippopotamus which is adorable. I set it on the table next to me. We watched “White Christmas” while marveling that a barn could turn into a huge stage instantly. Chester stared at the hippo with focused intent.

I said “no” several times but he was convinced that the hippo was a bunny and should be eaten. His snoot got closer and closer to the hippo. I knew his restraint wouldn’t last forever so I put the hippo in a bedroom and shut the door. Next thing we knew, we heard a crash in the kitchen. Chester had pulled a plate of cookies off the counter. I had made about 700 cookies the day before I tested positive. I couldn’t give them to anyone with a clear conscience. Who would eat them? If they knew that is…. No, even I couldn’t stoop that low. Here, have a plate of cookies and by the way I have COVID. But I did not expect Chester to knock over the Apricot pockets. I think he was mad about the hippo. He ate a few before we got them picked up. Silver lining? I probably didn’t need to eat 700 cookies anyway. Probably.

Chester was lucky that Santa had already left the North Pole when he pulled his cookie shenanigans. Chester received three bunnies this year. He got a red elf/Santa with a big head, a Rudolph, and a white “Bumble” head that looked like a furry softball. He handled the elf pretty quickly. Rudolph took longer to shred. The winner by far is the Bumble! Bumble squeaks with a high pitched shrill scream. It is round and there are no limbs to grab or bite into. He nibbled a little fur to get a toothhold but to no avail. We had been playing “got your bunny” for a few days and while slimy, the Bumble survived. I came down to see this…

It’s as if the Bumble is in the big time wrestling ring having vanquished his stuffed foes. He is looking for round 4 with Chester. Chester is not afraid!

Got your bunny!

On day 4 the Bumble crumbled. Chester pulled out the stuffing to find another toy inside! He revealed a red rubber type ball. Yes, hell almost froze over…4 days is a record for stuffed bunny annihilation.

Another successful Christmas for Chester

Another hopefully successful gift was the orthopedic cat bowl.

Our cat Milo sneezes and vomits frequently due to his cleft palate. He gets a lot of air and water where it shouldn’t be. If this can slow down the vomiting I’ll be happy. When I went to sleep on Christmas Eve Milo threw up on me. Nothing like a warm, wet, smelly spot that seeps through to your leg. Just one more nail in the 2021 Christmas coffin of events. But he can’t help it and he loves me as evidenced by the aforementioned incident.

The cats also got massaging combs. Amazingly they love them! Zeus usually runs when he sees the brush, and he sat still for me to comb him. It’s getting warmer and warmer in hell….

On Christmas we went for a walk in the park. It was warm and nice. I took some pictures of the winter view and Chester sniffed up and down the trail.

When we got home, having been revitalized by nature, I was sitting next to him and looked over…there was a tick crawling on my arm. I guess it was because we haven’t had a lot of cold weather. But really??? I almost lost my positive spirit. I have no silver lining for ticks. It was just one though, and then there were none.

This Christmas was not a Hallmark Christmas but it was our Christmas. Our chickens continue to blaze in the front yard and the Styrofoam Santa rules the family room. Chester is enjoying chasing the FIVE squirrels that I put peanuts out for who seem to think they can open the peanut bucket themselves.  We did get a coating of snow the day after Christmas so I think the fates are finished with their tantrums and are apologizing. I think 2021 wanted to get in all of the last remnants of suckiness that it could but now we can move on. Sometimes you have to let the flowers arrange themselves.

Have a wonderful week and Happy New Year!

Pete’s Pond and a time to change…

It has been a couple weeks since the Enzo debacle and Chester has been a particularly good dog. We went to a new park, called “Pete’s Pond”. Why Pete’s pond you ask? (I know you asked, I heard you). Well, let me tell you…there was a former landowner named Pete. There is a 19-acre pond in the middle of it. Got it? OK then, moving on. It was a Friday morning walk just before it rained. This really does have to be one of the best kept secrets near us. It was just beautiful. The May apples were in bloom along with wildflowers and cattails. The path is not paved but is well kept and easy to walk. The highlight reel would note the abundance of chipmunks. They were everywhere, just like at our house lately. Usually Chester would be going crazy, but he didn’t even see them. He had his nose to the ground the whole time. I was more excited than he was about the munks. I did not chase them through the mud and woods though. Below are some pictures of this new park. 30 plus years in Lake County and we never knew about it! Go figure.

I know this is a hard time in the world. I started to say “our” world then retyped it. It’s not “ours” any more than it belonged to people 100 years ago. We don’t own the world, if we did we would be able to control or eradicate COVID. We can’t and never will. A vaccine is our way of saying we are adapting to this new variable. We must be flexible, and fight for survival. We (as in humans) have to adapt because if we don’t, more will die. But it seems to take so long, doesn’t it? And do you feel like we are just way too slowly starting to learn more about it and how to change the statistics? We still have too many people dying but isn’t it true that we know so much more than we did? Yet we can’t seem to get where we need to be. Every action seems to be an agonizing decision because we don’t know if we will be safe or not. Should I go to the restaurant? Should I let Chester go to doggie day care? It wears us down.

I thought I was dealing with COVID pretty well when we learned of the death of George Floyd, and the subsequent riots. So far I have been unable to say much because I have nothing but sadness. I, usually one who will wait and see evidence, have nothing to wait for. It is what it is, and what it is, frankly sucks. There have been too many for too long killed unjustly. Each time it happens, I think maybe this is the time, the uncontroversial time that everyone will realize what is happening and change will happen. Even now I hope that finally, with this video evidence, there will be unanimity in the condemnation of racism and brutality. I’m not sure though. I thought that about firearms when Sandy Hook happened. I was wrong. I may be wrong again. I hope not, God I hope not.

Here’s the thing…there are events we cannot control and have to adapt to, like COVID. They take a long time to sort out, but we adapt and will learn new habits to keep us safe. We must figure out a way to adapt our country to prevent events like this event, the death of Mr. Floyd. We must learn new habits to keep people safe.  Right now are protests, (and I mean protests, not looting which is just stealing stuff). But deeper change has to come later. There just must be a collective effort to solve this. We don’t want to go back to the way we were, ignorant. Just like we are making changes because of COVID. We must develop a vaccine against racism and injustice. We must be able to change it like the flu vaccine when a new strain comes, because racism, like a germ, sneaks its way into situations and people.

I think we, or depending on our age, our children, will succeed. I think there will come a time when there are so many different skin colors that the old, race based ways of identifying ourselves will have no meaning. What is white? What is black? Think of it like a business—bigger businesses take longer to change. I remember working in a smaller company and my boss said the big business mentality and bureaucracy would drive her crazy because nothing gets done quickly. Well America is one giant business. From our start it has taken a long time to get things done. There often comes a boiling point, the final straw as it were.  I think or hope that we are at that point. We should have been at it long ago.

Anyway, I appreciate you sharing your time with me. If you get a chance and are in the area, check out Pete’s Pond. If not, go outside. We are at a point of change and it will be good. Welcome the change and let’s rise to a greater, healthier, kinder country. We are at the low point, but we have the opportunity to create a better way. To everything there is a season.

Don’t give up.

Pete's Pond
overlooking the famous pond
tired and happy!