Things had to change, because we live much too far from church. Three times we came home to find dog poop on the kitchen floor. Our being gone for five hours was too much for Kacey. I am pleased that grandson David is involved with the bell choir and the choir, with rehearsals before church, and that is why I decided to stay hone and watch church on line. Even that was uphill. I was in the right place at the right time, but the only active thing on the screen was the chat room. I couldn’t get the streaming video to start. Shortly, others commented on not being able to get the service, either. It came on after the sermon started. I saw enough to know it was about letting your light shine (reflect), an updated version using a light bulb instead of a burning candle.
I thought David might be home around 2:30, but he called at 3:30 saying he was just leaving church. He stayed to learn more about running the sound board during services. After shopping for weekly groceries, he headed home, only to be caught in stopped traffic near our interstate exit. He got home eight hours after he left in the morning. Kacey asked to go out three times during that period, so I feel I made the right decision to stay home.
This photo sums up my Sunday. I was dressed for the day before David got up and didn’t look at my feet until he got home. Yes, I wore a non-pair of shoes all day without feeling anything different. Give me full points for having matching earrings, though.

Two different shoes: I (P.) was 11 and gabbing in a group of neighborhood kids when I noticed my mistake. π« I turned and ran home to a chorus of “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Miraculously none of them had noticed. π
BTW: To solve your streaming problem, find a nearby five year old. That’s what we do. π
Paul and Betty
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Having a clothing mistake at age 11 could have been socially damaging.
Good advice for solving tech problems. Grandson David can still fix things at age 27. Wonder when he will age out.
I tried to follow your blog, but it didn’t work. I’ll try again from time to time.
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LOL..Anne you are funny and right at home with yourself and the rest of us aging youngsters. Life is so much more livable when we can laugh at ourselves and with each other. Have you thought about fencing in a”play yard” .
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Good idea. Thank you. Kacey is a digger, having already dug three holes when I had her with me to garden. I can’t face that kind of destruction.
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Oh how I understand. I once had very nice flowerbed but after my husband passed our dog just went crazy and destroyed every thing. I ended up fencing the area so I could replant and am still working on it.
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Wow! Lasting damage! I’m surprised the dog changed so completely, but I guess you can’t foresee craziness. Not in humans, either.
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Wow! Wh
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Sounds like it all worked out perfectly, and 8 hours is a long time in dog years, right? I have done mismatched earrings and socks plenty of times!
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Love that — 8 hours in dog years!!
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LOL! The mismatched runners are funny. I did this at work once. Hubby had been away working and came home late so I didn’t want to wake him by putting on a light as I got dressed for work. When I got to the office, an hour’s drive away, I noticed I had on a pair of heels, but one shoe was black and the other one was brown. Thankfully they were the same height. I postponed my client visit and stayed in my office. Glad you stayed home for Kacey.
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That is amusing, and you dealt with it. I wish I’d had an excuse like yours, but I’m sure I had the light on. Not only do my eyes not work together, but they are not always connected to the brain.
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I wore mismatched socks to work once, and of course I didn’t notice this until I was sitting in someone else’s office in bright light.
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Did you sit on your feet the rest of the day???
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Just went back to my dark office. LOL
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If your not making kistakes you ain’t trying hard enough!
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Ha! Ha! I’ll try harder next time.
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and believe it or not Anne when I wrote that that was the way mistakes came out! I figured it was a great example, so left it!
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It was a great example. I only kissed my husband, so I never made kistakes.
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You made me laugh Anneπ€£
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Must be comfy shoes. And did Kacey mind? I bet not.
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Kacey barked a lot, but she didn’t speak her mind.
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At least your pant legs matched! π
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Very observant, Kate. I didn’t think to look.
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You wore those mismatched shoes in style. And Kacey is lucky to have you around. Sorry it was such a struggle, though. Sounds rough.
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With Kacey here, I wouldn’t even be able to run away from home.
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Good/not good? :laughcry:
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Those words just bubbled out. I guess I’m so intent on giving the dog a good home that I’m hurting myself.
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Who could not want to live with you? That’s a lucky pup! β€
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I hope you’ll like Kacey when you meet her.
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Would you consider moving, Anne?
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Now that sounds like a good question, but there is no way I would voluntarily move away from the world’s best neighbors. I’m hoping for a less drastic solution. I don’t think the present schedule will last forever. Usually things taper off when summer begins.
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Haha! You get points in my book! Sorry about your church service. That is so frustrating sometimes!
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You wore those mismatched shoes it’s stylish. And Kacy is lucky to have you around. But atleast your pant legs matched.
I wore Tshirt wrong side. It’s my mistake. My friends had laughed. It’s time trzedy.
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I once wore a top backwards. I didn’t notice, and neither did anyone else.
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Ohhh.,
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That’s funny. I’m sure Kacey appreciated it!
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That must be why Kacey snickered at me.
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LOL, haven’t we all done this at least once? You are in good company. I don’t think anyone looks at other people’s feet. I love wearing cute shoes, glittery flats with holiday wear, and so on, and rarely does anyone notice, even when it would be fun for them to see!
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If I ever meet you, I’ll try to remember to appreciate your footwear.
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I love how your life too is being directed by a four legged creature! Ours has a capacity for about four hours, not long enough for many trips.
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Kacey behaved herself for over two hours today. Maybe if she gets used to our errand days, she might get used to Sundays. Four hours sounds pretty good to me.
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I used to leave several pairs of dressy flats and pumps in a box under my desk at work when I took the bus. I was getting ready to change into boots and realized I had walked around with one black pump and one navy pump. They were the same style, but still – no one noticed. I am sure Kacey enjoyed having you there for company and bathroom breaks. I know you could try a crate for occasions when you are both gone, but admittedly Kacey is a big dog so you’d need a big crate and where to put it?
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David bought a pet play pen and a soft crate. KC is not interested. He had both in the kitchen and now has them in his bedroom. Lise’s dogs viewed their crates as safe havens, but KC does not feel that way yet.
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I think you said KC was abused though – this could be why. Marge’s dog (Woody) was euthanized a few weeks ago. Marge got the dog either from a shelter or someone who wanted to get rid of the dog – I don’t recall the details. But that dog had been abused by a man. It did not like any man that entered the house … if a repairman came, they had to put Woody in the bedroom ’til they left. Several times Marge was taken by ambulance to the hospital for breathing issues … they had to put Woody in the bedroom until they were gone. Woody got used to Jeff and his son eventually but took a while. So maybe KC was crated at one time and associates it with something bad.
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Yes, Kacey was abused in a crate and beaten with a broom and a belt. She, too, is wary of men. She loves David, though.
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I thought I remembered you saying that. Interesting the correlation to Woody. Woody, however, was the size of a small terrier. Woody took a while to cozy up to Jeff. After Marge died, Jeff was still working, as was Jeff’s son. They used to lock Woody in the bathroom as he couldn’t hold his bladder while they were wrong and they decided it was easier to clean the bathroom than other parts of the house. I didn’t think it was fair to Woody to be honest, but I was not going to get involved. He even asked me if I wanted Woody as a companion dog.
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Poor Woody.
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Yes, I felt badly for him – Marge adored him and he would sit in the living room window waiting for her to return. The last few years of her life were spent in the living room watching her hummingbirds and TV, with Woody by her side.
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Sounds very cozy.
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Ha ha about the matching earrings.
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