It’s only Thursday, but I’d say I’ve had about enough of a week. I was so jumpy and achy last night, over-tired, I was in tears. The icing on the weariness cake was that I received a text that a friend’s dog had been poisoned. That in itself was so very alarming and sad, but … Continue reading
Not feeling sorry for myself. Any day that I work hard enough to feel tired, plus make some money, is a good day. I admit, there IS a limit … yesterday I was at my limit and today, not. Yesterday I groomed this big guy. He’s a once-per-year client, and it does seem like every … Continue reading
I don’t work very hard, generally. I really never have. Oh, I can garden or groom dogs for several hours in a row, because they are occupations I love. Even so, in general, I just quit when I want to, don’t watch the clock except to plan a bit for our meals, or to switch … Continue reading
This reflection about Myrtle’s influence is not very serious. I should have taken a picture of the gigantic platter of barbecued chicken wings that Gary and I enjoyed for our dinner. We ate packets of baby red potatoes also grilled on a slow fire. We both ate too much! I asked my good man to … Continue reading
I don’t know why I should even notice “hump day” or weekends; I’ll work any day unless I’m overworked and declare myself a half day off or must do something unrelated to my happy calling. Mind you, business is brisk, and I do look forward to attending a yard sale or two, and certainly going … Continue reading
I miss Myrtle more than I thought I would or could. I loved her and she said that she loved me, more in her later years than for decades before. For the many years that she was my stepmother, I found Myrtle quite judgmental. She was demanding of herself, though she denied being a perfectionist. … Continue reading
We have had nearly a week of warm spring weather, and there’s no more time for hibernation. Still, we do pace ourselves, and often in late afternoon we declare that we’re “done for the day”. Gary works harder than I do, by far. Still, I’ve found that as I get older I grind to a … Continue reading
