Well, company has gone and the house seems a bit empty. Lucy certainly enjoyed the extra attention and thought everyone came specifically to see her.
I have a wonderful son and a wonderful daughter and a wonderful daughter-in-law. All of them are very thoughtful never more so than when I had my bout with shingles. My daughter sent me some marvelous bath salts for soothing soaks in the tub. Some of them were oatmeal baths with the ingredients in netting so they didn't mess up the tub afterwards. My son and daughter-in-law sent me a Dammit Doll which I still keep on my desk in a vase. It's easily available when I need it. (Perhaps I should keep it near the television when the talking heads and political candidates spew forth.)
The doll is pretty much indestructable and is intended to be a vehicle for releasing anger.
Here's the doll sitting awaiting the need.
It's ugly and cute at the same time.
The doll came with instructions:
Whenever things don't go so well,
And you want to hit the wall and yell,
Here's a little dammit doll,
That you can't do without.
Just grasp it firmly by the legs
And find a place to slam it.
And as you whack the stuffing out
Yell, 'Dammmit! Dammit! Dammit!'
You can find your own doll here.
Summer is definitely winding down. Dark comes earlier. And the schools are back in session. Autumn is just around the corner.