So it’s bye-bye time to 2017. As for me, I’ll be saying it from my family room sofa, warm from a blazing fire. Maybe I’ll watch a movie or read a book while being amused as 4 of my pets jockey for position on my lap. One of those will include my enormous greyhound, so this should be interesting.
My lap-dog
I guess you could say I’m not a New Year’s Eve kinda gal. Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I don’t like a good celebration. I’m all about gatherings, enjoying each other’s company and all that. But that’s not how I view New Year’s Eve because it’s the time people often over-imbibe and do stupid things. Not that I haven’t had my moments with stupidity…but that’s for another blog.
Being on the road after the clock strikes midnight is like playing Russian roulette. It’s a rare bird cruising along at 65 mph who hasn’t had one too many vodka martini’s (with 2 olives on the side, please). Oh wait, that’s me. My drink, I mean…I don’t do the cruising afterward though and therein lies the difference.
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Normally I invite my 10 besties over for a tree decorating party in early December. We eat, drink and are consequently quite merry. Karen hangs the lights because she does it best. The gals hang most of the ornaments, yelling at me to “Come help us!” That’s because I’m usually busy gabbing. Dinner is just a ruse to lure them over. I’m like Tom Sawyer, only instead of painting my fence, they decorate my tree. But this year I gave them a reprieve. 
Okay, all finished? Now that you’re all caught up, let’s proceed, shall we? Anyway, since my recent crowning, I’ve not had occasion to rinse and repeat. That is, not until last week.
Needless to say, working with Marin Friends of Ferals has its moments…I’ve broken my finger, been bitten through my knuckle by a kitten barely bigger than my hand, been saturated with poison oak and nearly lost the tip of my pinky from another bite. Scrapes and bruises come with the territory from efforts to spay and neuter feral community cats, yet I love what I do. But as it turns out, love hurts.
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