Kitty Meow Meow

I'm lucky to still have some pet sitting clients, because some of my other income sources have dried up. It's not brain surgery, but it's work. I have a website and most people get my phone number from that and they call for pet sitting services. And on top of that, I get my fix from the little pets I visit. One of my current clients, Pinta, is a very friendly kitty cat who's owner went away for two weeks.
I like her so much I was there for nearly an hour yesterday.

We sit on the front porch together, I read a book and drink green tea, and she watches the birds in the yard.
Today I'm visiting a condo with three cats and a tiny little dog, and then after that I'm meeting a couple who want me to watch their yellow lab this weekend.
Then next week I have two golf tournaments to work at and then the SCORE off road race in Nevada. So even though one job has dried up, (and it was an awful, awful job anyway) other jobs have sprung up. That's how you survive in our town; have MANY jobs!!

B Day over.

Yep, it's over. I forgot to post pictures of Jack's birthday on Sunday. I made green chili chicken enchiladas and flan.
This is Jack fooling around with my Party Monkey, Pip.


Steve did the dishes, and decided he wanted to make funny faces:


While sitting around talking I found a business card that Steve had in the kitchen. A friend who used to work for him out at the airport had stopped by to visit, he now works for Harpo in Chicago. If you aren't familiar with Harpo, turn the word around backwards. It's OPRAH. He is an airplane mechanic for Oprah. Dang!! So, I took a picture of the business card, to show that Oprah's people actually exist. They aren't Oompa Loompas like I previously thought...


Last night for my birthday, we went to a little Italian restaurant and I sat down at the end of the table in my own Vodka soaked world:

But then I ran out of vodka.

That's a problem.

The Buses Are Here!

Well, they WERE here. This group of beautiful Prevost buses stopped in Havasu on their way to an annual reunion with other Prevost owners in Quartzite, Arizona.
Prevosts buses are the most gorgeous pieces of artwork and of course they're crazily expensive. I spoke with a couple of the owners, they were taking a break for lunch in the mall parking lot. There was plenty of parking since nobody has money to actually come to our mall and SHOP!

Happy B Day to Meeeee

I am rounding out my day with a Coors, because I have a great headache and the little pills aren't helping.

I worked this morning, had a lunch out at the airport with Steve, then headed to Steve's friend's house to sit with his wife while he ran errands. She is a cancer patient, and is suffering from a tremendously fast-moving case of dementia. He had Hospice volunteers helping with the babysitting, but then she attacked a Hospice volunteer. I think maybe the volunteer tried to physically restrain her, and it set her off. While the husband is trying to get her placed in a nursing facility that can handle her, I have offered to sit with her so he can at least get his grocery shopping done. I read a story to her from a magazine, and she actually sat still and listened to me. It was about a gentleman who was John Wayne's pilot.
There was only one moment where I thought she was agitated, but it passed pretty quickly. I will be going back on Thursday so he can break away and get some things done.

So, now that I am 35, it is officially okay for me to be "dating" a 51 year old. That's right, I'm no longer too young. I've crossed that threshold.

And now that I am 35, I cannot be told that I'm just a "spring chicken." Sorry, but Spring Chickens are not old tough birds like me.
It helps to hang out with a lot of people who are considerably older than I am, because they keep me feeling young. Every time I make a new friend and I think she's about my age, I find out that she's already passed thru menopause. Sheesh.

Here's a photo that Jack took of me. It is one of those dual-meaning ones, as it was sunset--and I have finally entered my sunset years.....

Countdown to Oldness

My birthday's Tuesday, and Steve's brother's birthday is today, and Heather's birthday is Thursday, and Will shares a birthday with mine. And then Sarah's birthday is Wednesday or Thursday. Elvis's birthday was a few days ago. Steve's mother's birthday would have been Thursday. What does all this mean?
We're all getting old at the same time.