Today is Mom's "heavenly" birthday. Although I don't usually count the hypothetical years off this earth, I'm just going to say it: she would have been 100 years old.
My heart still hurts. She lived only to 45.
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I had this wee bit of grooming work yesterday.
"It's right behind me, isn't it?"
Buddy
I hardly take anyone for grooming, and am so afraid of being thought to "play favourites".
In truth, that is exactly what I'm doing. I went from saying yes to almost everyone: now I say yes to very few.
But what the hell … I think this new pace has saved me … at least for now. 😉👍
I'm not histrionic, hyperbolic, nor a hypochondriac, quite the opposite. I'll gladly report that my heart symptoms have all but vanished. I don't feel pushed, anxious and run down. I feel … grateful.
Even so, my new status seems surreal. It's a process.
Last night when Minna's owner arrived, the little dog ran right by her loving owner and out to bark at Shelly's horse. It took a long time to get control of Minna, she found all of this great fun. Minna rolled in manure and ignored both we humans until I tricked her into running into Gary's workshop. Whew.
So Minna will have to be treated more like a boarding dog. We need to keep her safe!
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Yesterday afternoon my mood slumped. I can't really explain it, other than that I felt unseen and unloved.
This was a short lived feeling of sadness, and this morning I woke up cheerful again.
I hope your day is full of gladness and gratitude, and if that's not possible, I hope it gets better. There is so much war and suffering all over the world; we can only try to help and pray (or wish) for better times.
Love, Ann
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