The kids came over for bruch. Luke made his special eggs and coffee. I was the beneficiary of a great 2nd cup of coffee. We talked and had fun conversations. It's great to see Becky so happy in her life and with a loving and accepting husband. In many ways, she's a whole new daughter. She looks beautiful. Happiness does that.
After a while, they left for Btown. Luke took my car into the muffler shop. He was also in charge of getting heat for the cars and filling up my tank with gas. I mean it's cold. So cold. Are we in Alaska or what? I haven't seen Pumpkin for three days and now I haven't seen Greyling. Where are they I worry?
About three, Greyling shows up again. I can't open the darn back door and she's waiting. I ask her to come around front and then I go fix her food. She dry food is not to be found. I open a can of wet food and add . . . dog food. She won't be able to eat it. (the two dog treats, she'll eat the Fancy Feast with no problem). When I get to the door, she is scared by a snow plow truck and runs off without eating. I feel bad, but what can I do.
I am able to straighten up the house, but Luke and I have a lot of work to do. Getting rid of what we don't use --so someone else can take advantage of it. And organizing what we do want.
I'm excited.
Tomorrow the kids go home to the East. Now, Luke is officially on sabatical. Here's what I think. If we're going to accomplish anything during this time, we have to make a plan and keep to it. ( more or less).
Our late friend, Phillip, was a famous therapist. He gave me a piece of advice. "Don't let anything be your master. Stay with a shedule but don't let it run you." Well those aren't his words. But those are his thoughts. I was so anal about my Hatha Yoga, as though I'd actually die if I didn't do my asanas every single morning of my life. You know, he was right. Gosh, I haven't thought of Phillip in years. We visited him a few times. I think he lived in Springfield.
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