Home Sweet Home

Ah... we are home at last.

Being home is just how I expected it to be. The comfort and joy of being back home with Abby is unmatched. Relaxing at home is another matter all together. Fortunately Ron has been able to truly kick back and enjoy his recovery... well enjoy might be the wrong word, but he seems happy and he although I can still see he is in physical pain, it seems like it is dissipating everyday. And his mental state is like he just walked through the curtain. SHABAM! Welcome Home Ron.

Abby hasn't missed a beat, I think she missed us but it's hard to tell haha. She is such a great dog, her sitters said she was awesome. Except for a driver's licence fatality she was just Miss Abby. I'll see if my cousin will send me a photo of her licence. It's unfortunately quite funny.

She might have some slight separation anxiety... it's hard to tell. She was always pretty good when one of us left the house. She would just go see who else was home and within minutes she would be up on the couch or on our bed... depending on how mischievous she is feeling. I know this because I have a chronic condition of stufiousforgetitus. I can never seem to leave the house without having to run back in because I forgot something. And there Abby would be on the couch and if not would I hear her jump off the bed and run down stairs.

I say it's a little hard to tell if she is more effected by our departures because when I have to run back inside she seems more determined to convince me to stay than she used to. As I type Abby is curled up under the desk with her head on my foot. I love this dog.

Ron is on a very heavy antibiotic for the sinus infection he developed. It really makes him feel icky. He is already taking so many pills as it is and I was so thankful that he didn't seem to have to many of the warned sideeffcts. Beside some difficulty swallowing, and a funny taste in his mouth. (insert joke here)...(sorry Grandma) But once they added the double dose antibiotic to the mix, his drug cocktails put him in a daze. Fortunately is just a ten day dose... so it should be over soon.

I try to sit down when I can. But I have pretty much been going non-stop since we got home Thursday night. Doing my best to mark off everything on my check lists so I can relax too. I don't know what I would have done if not for my wonderful roommate, and cousin keeping the house picked up and my mom, stepdaddy and amazing friend Michele coming over to clean. I still spent most of yesterday perfecting an already very clean house haha. Damn dog hair. It was a daily battle before the transplant. I had to beg and plead with Ron to let a dog his is pristine abode. And once he "caved" I knew I had to make sure he could never say "I told you so" because that is MY LINE J/K.

It's been a while since I really had to move. When I moved in with Ron is was pretty gradual. He made room in his closet for me, then cleared out one side of his dresser and eventually there was no denying it we lived together, lol. Although we only had our clothes and some other random stuff to bring home. I had a real hard time fitting all of it into just one car. My Mom and StepDaddy brought us up our first set of things... clothes and food goods. Then on a single day run home I packed up a bunch more stuff, I knew we didn't need all our clothes, but I was in such a time crunch I really just threw a ton of stuff in the car. Then when Dean came up Ron had another list of things he "needed"... I joke but he did use most of it. Why he "needed" a shredder was beyond me, I personally thought I would just be easier to keep the documents and shred them when we got home. But I wasn't going to burst his bubble. He wasn't in the best spirits at the time.

Needless to say there was a lot of stuff. Ron wanted to just throw away all the food. But that is where I drew the line.
Number One: people donated money to us so that we could buy that food.
B: I have a real problem with throwing away that much GOOD food. It hurt my soul to even think about
And Tres: That's three in Spanish.
Plus we would just end up buying it all again when we got home. It just seemed silly.
So I made a compromise. I knew I wouldn't even be able to fit an ice chest in the car even if we did have one... which we didn't. So I packed up the non-perishables up, and gave the perishable items to the family living on our floor. I had passed them going down the stairs one rainy day and they were all so sweet and charming with there adorable English accents. "Ello!" "Ow do you do?" so cute.

And I say tata for now. I really must get back to my list.
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