As I sit here nursing two bruised knees, and one largely bruised ego, I thought I would write a post on this largely ignored (of late) blog!
Let’s talk about barriers.
The dictionary defines a barrier as: something that separates, demarcates, or serves as a barricade. For example – a fence, hedge or wall; a bar, encumbrance, handicap, hindrance, hurdle, impediment, obstacle, obstruction, roadblock, stop………………..you get the picture!
One might think I am about to address something deep and metaphorical, having to do with life, and those things that keep us from moving forward with our lives. A discussion, perhaps, about an obstacle, be it mental or physical, that keeps us from achieving our goals, and moving on to the next phase in our existence……………….
Well, sorry, it is nothing as intellectual as that.
The barricades in my life are about 3 feet tall, and prevent me from moving freely from one room to another in my house. I am talking about baby gates!!!!
Now, at this stage in my life, I should be waaaay beyond having baby gates in my house!!!!!
But, no…………I live with 4 dogs, who, ideally, should be considered a pack of 4. Since I lack the demeanor and macho confidence of Cesar Millan, this pack of 4, is, in reality, 2 packs of 2. Which brings us to the need for baby gates.
My two dogs, and my daughter’s 2, do NOT get along. It is not for lack of trying. So, thru’ out the day, we play “musical dogs”. There are 2 are upstairs while the other two are downstairs, and vice versa. If both pairs have to be downstairs at the same time, the barricades are up.
After two too many hairy encounters (no pun intended), between my daughter’s male and my male, we give up………………….
Now, on a positive note, these barriers have kept me quite limber. I can lift one leg and pirouette on the other foot, while balancing a glass and plate, or an armload of books or laundry, going from one room to another. There is no better exercise to keep my old hips and hamstrings moving and agile!
I walk extra steps each day to get to the stairs, since one very high gate blocks the shortcut to get upstairs. Sedentary, I am not!
On occasion, the one gate is triple barricaded, to prevent one high flying dog from sailing over it, in her attempt to engage my two dogs in unwanted, riotous play or worse.
It was this triple barricade that led to my downfall today!!!!
As I gracefully arched one leg over the triple gates, my heel landed on the outer gate. The foot that followed, caught the top of that same outer gate. As my inner voice was screaming “Stop, go back!”, I chose to ignore it (have I learned nothing from that rarely wrong inner voice of mine? Apparently NOT!). I plowed forward and downward as I got tangled in the gate, my English mug of tea, myself, and my glasses flying in different directions!
I sat, laughing so hard the tears were streaming down my face- or perhaps I was crying – who knows; with my jeans sopping up the puddle of Pipps tea from my overturned mug! Amazingly, the mug did NOT break, neither did the gate, my glasses, nor my skinned knees!
I could, at this stage of my life, being living a quiet, empty nester type existence, with just my husband and my own two dogs. But, life is short. My daughter (and her unruly dogs) will be gone again soon enough, to strike out on her own. I love having her here, and will enjoy that time, however fleeting or long it may be.
There are some days when a 2 dog, gate-less household seems like an unattainable heaven on earth. But, until that time arrives, if the only barriers in my life are a couple of baby gates, I should consider myself very lucky.
Now, I must go and get some ice packs for my knees……………….
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All is well, if not quiet, at Mountain Meadows, this warm Sunday afternoon…..
October 26, 2009 at 3:09 am
…but they are cute aren’t they?
October 26, 2009 at 3:44 am
They look so innocent in the photo. Are they pit bulls? I’d keep them separate, too, as I’d not want dogs fighting in my house, either!!! I’m glad your biggest “hurt” is your ego today. LOL
October 26, 2009 at 9:54 am
Love that doggie picture, they look so dear. It is so nice you have your daughter around to enjoy and make memories with for the time goes by all too quickly and the kids move on to their own lives, lets hope she will always live nearby or not too far away. I can never get enough of my kids.
October 27, 2009 at 6:10 pm
Oh My = BIG Ouch Lady!!! in the blink of an eye and seemingly in slow motion too … life moves on and then there are those dingdang barriers!
truly nothing lasts forever
take care … Love this post and those doggies look SO innocent! 🙂
November 4, 2009 at 7:04 pm
I only chuckle because I understand. Neither of my daughter’s dogs get along with our three. I guess my oldest daughter’s Jack Russel “gets along” with them, but his solution is hiding and that’s not much of a life. Fortunately neither daughter or their dogs live with us. Still there is a baby gate blocking our bedroom door. 🙂 My daughters visit with children of their own, but they leave their dogs at home. I like it that way. You must be sweeter than me. 🙂 I hope your knees have recovered…so glad nothing broke.
I, too, love the dog picture.
Keep high stepping, Pat.
oxo Judy