1. I never really know from one kaboom, pop, kabang, whistle, crack holiday to the next if the current one will be the one in which Gibbs or Copper or both of them cross over from oblivious and unbothered by all the noise into a zone of high anxiety. I spent hours on a bed behind a closed door with the Corgis, holding and petting them while they shook nervously at the sound of firecrackers, fireworks, and God only knows what other sources of booms, crashes, and thrumming.
I always wonder if the next holiday of din will be the one that finally pushes our pets over the edge.
The crossover didn't happen tonight.
Gibbs only barked when every once in a while a person walked in front of the house.
Otherwise, he just peered out the east living room window and occasionally glanced over at me. I might be projecting, but I think his face was asking me, "What is all this senseless noise?"
Copper chilled.
He didn't respond once to the racket.
2. Paul barbecued brats and corn on the cob. Christy brought potato salad. I brought beans. The table also featured chips and a fruit salad. We had leftover pie and cake from Carol's birthday and Zoe made a delicious batch of homemade ice cream.
We enjoyed our holiday meal on the Roberts' patio.
3. During our conversations tonight, I found myself suddenly trying to piece together the very difficult time Debbie and I experienced, especially in 2009, but that carried over on into 2010 and beyond. We got through it and so did family members who had rough times, but pinpointing when specific things happened was, at the dinner table for me, impossible.
One thing that came up: Carol said something about WHEN Olivia and Molly visited Kellogg not long after Olivia had started walking.
What?
I was stumped.
I had no memory whatsoever of Molly and Olivia coming to Kellogg. Carol said it was in the fall -- so it would have had to have been in the fall of 2010.
So, later, I consulted my trusty blog.
Ah!
Right!
October, 2010.
Debbie, Molly, and Olivia made a weekend trip to Kellogg.
I stayed behind in Eugene.
Then I read in my blog that on their way home, Debbie, Molly, and Olivia picked up Charly, who had been living for I don't remember how long in New York, at the Portland Airport.
So, not only was this the weekend when Olivia got to meet Mom and the rest of the family in Kellogg, it was the weekend we were reunited with good old Charly.
I'm really glad I had a written record of all that!
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