Wonderful readers, I truly apologize for not posting these last few days. Believe me, I’ve missed being in touch. I am busy packing, sorting, pricing, and selling, and I am sore and exhausted.
I am trying to get rid of 53 years worth of accumulated minutia from my time on this earth and it’s not easy. I understand others doing similar culling took at least two if not several months to do what I’m trying to accomplish in just two weeks! Needless to say, I’m feeling a little insane.
So are my furry babies. Miss Hope has an upset nervous tummy and has been sick more than a few times this past week. Look at her holding my cell phone while I logged on to my blog. Isn’t she adorable? You can tell she doesn’t feel well though.
My sweet, docile Nonni has become aggressive. She is taking treats right out of Bentley’s mouth! While he’s chewing! That is so not like her. On top of that, she usually drops it immediately upon command, but this afternoon I actually had to pin her and lay her down on her side before she’d release his treat. That broke my heart but it had to be done. She had taken it out of my hand while I was in the process of giving it back to him! She was over the whole thing right away but her momma sure wasn’t. :(
Normally, Bentley is the original macho, Mr. Independent, lone wolf, who cries “I’m a boy dog. Don’t fence me in momma.” Every time I try to snuggle with him, he looks around as if he’s embarrassed and politely waits until I’m through and then bails. Right now he won’t let me out of his sight and is staying within 2-3 feet of me – even on leash free outings!
It is amazing what stress can do to individuals, including our furbabies. People that don’t understand just how human-like other animals are, need to wise-up, and fast. I don’t get people that don’t get it. I’ve run into some lately whose callous indifference to furry animals just blows my mind. I much prefer furbabies over humans like that.
Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now and get back on topic…
I know my sweet babies will be okay and I know that they will return to normal once the move is over and we’re settled. In the meantime, I’m doing everything I can to try and help them. In fact, I decided to stop working for awhile this evening and we went to CHSP. I love that place. Even though it’s only been just a few days since we’ve been there, I had forgotten how magical it is.
We had been walking for at least 20 minutes before I started relaxing enough to take deep breaths. Then I began looking out, beyond my immediate world, and then up. Almost poetically I saw these bluebirds sitting in the top of the trees just beyond the stop sign. Stop, look up, and see the bluebirds…. a personal reminder from the Universe and Mother Nature herself. I loved it. Look at the bird on the left. He has a worm in his mouth!
Aswe were leaving I got my RV fix by driving through the overnight campsites. My friend Carolyn recently bought her long-awaited Miata. Carolyn, this pic is for you.
Thank you to all my friends and family for lifting me up these last few days. I honestly don’t think I could do this without all the support. I love the comments from my wonderful readers, and the phone calls, texts and supportive email keep me going. Each means more than you know. Thank you.
Carolyn called over the weekend and read this passage to me from one of our favorite books, "Time for Joy":
It is only our judgmental mind that decides whether a situation is pleasant or unpleasant. We are not fortune-tellers. We are not God.
To accept what comes up as neither good nor bad, pleasant nor unpleasant but just what is, will release us from our resistance to life. We will then be open to experience life as an adventure and to learn to see beyond appearances.
With that in mind, I’ll close with one of my favorite sayings by Thomas Keating:
God constantly speaks to us through each other, as well as from within.God sure has been giving me lots of much needed hugZ through you guys lately.
Love and hugZ right back at ya,
(and Nonni and Bentley and Miss Hope)