Thanksgiving Trepidation

So it's Tuesday before Thanksgiving, which I'm hosting at my house this year.  This will be the first time since, I believe, 1989, that I've cooked for such a large group of people, so it will be interesting.  Thankfully, turkey-making duties are going to the Fiance's sister, whose house we normally go to.  She volunteered, and I JUMPED at it.  So I'm doing sides and desserts, and turkey will arrive with the bulk of the guests.

The dogs are usually amazingly good with groups, so we will hope that holds true with them at this gathering, as well.  I especially hope this holds true with regard to bodily issues, but I'm placing no bets. 

This morning I awoke at some unknown time because Peanut was whining, which generally means she wants off the bed (the bed is far too high for such a short girl to be jumping off herself).  But when I awoke to this, things happened too fast - the whine, then Daisy awake, Daisy growls, Peanut growls...my foggy little brain can't figure out what came first or what's causing what, so I told everyone to shut up, patted some heads, made sure all were separated, and went back to sleep. 

Then Peanut whined again, I have no idea how much longer after the first, with no reactions from other dogs.  So this can only mean that she needs to go out.  So I grab her and put her down, Jasper down, and grab Daisy (Lillie can make it down on her own), and we head downstairs.  By the time I get the alarm off and get to the solarium door to let them out, WHOOOPS, big ol' pile of poo.  Right on the rug.  Which of course I step in (thank goodness for slippers!!).  And very stinky, loose poo, too.  YAY!  5:30 am on Nov. 23.  YAY!  So, dogs go out.  Poo gets cleaned up as quickly as possible, sprayed with de-scenter stuff, and dogs let back in and we head to back to bed for an hour.

All of which is a rumination of one of the many things that can go wrong on Thursday.

But, as long as we confine bodily functions to the appropriate locations, I think we're in for a good day.

I'M ALIVE!

So someone has actually read my blog and been nice enough to comment on it.  AMAZING.  It's a woman who goes by Red Hamster, and you'd think I might've been bright enough to have followed the link attached to her blogger name to see what she has to say, but no.  I'm just reveling in the excitement at the moment.

I guess she picked me  up off a blog I often read, called BADGER MEETS WORLD.  I love that blog - the doings of Badger and the Badger-ettes.  She's a heck of a writer.  I often comment on her blog - after reading her and her family's exploits for a year, I feel sufficiently involved in their lives to offer my two cents occassionally - and apparently my new friend Red Hamster followed me back from a comment.

Ah, the excitement.

I mean, I still don't have a follower, but at least it's not like I'm yelling into an empty room any more.  Now it's just a mostly empty room!  ;-)

Blogging is weird.  In part, it's like a diary of your life, where you have a place that you can put all these hopes and dreams and concerns and events.  And in that way it's exceptionally personal.  But the reason you're putting all that into a blog as opposed to heading your thoughts with Dear Diary and keeping them safely in a locked journal hidden under your mattress is that you want to share these things, know there's someone out there, know that others are experiencing like things (or, know that others are experiencing things unlike anything you'd do, at times).  So it's nice to know someone looks occassionally.

Red Hamster, if you happen to read this, THANKS!!