It’s spring and the world moves on. We adopted a cute Jack Russell terrier. A far cry from our sweet Great Dane Phoebe. So we are on puppy duty. It’s our first small dog, first boy dog, and first shelter dog. He’s still got to be cleared by our vet before he’s officially ours, but he looks healthy and I’m fairly sure he’ll be okay. So welcome Cooper! Don’t know how much writing will get done in the next few days till he gets settled as we are in full scale housebreaking mode and obedience training. He’s bright though, which is a good indicator of future success.
Mediation
Mediated a case today. Always a positive experience for me no matter the outcome although I am more successful than not. More rain today but roads weren’t bad. Did some housekeeping although House was already pretty clean. Tomorrow I’ll do some laundry and some writing. Ordered plant markers for the upcoming garden.
February Rain
It’s raining today, and I took my first walk in the park without my sweet Phoebe. It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be. Time marches on, and you can’t grieve forever. Or you can; I still mourn my other pets, but time softens grief into acceptance. Death, after all, is forever and it surely must be eventually accepted.
We are contemplating another puppy, but a dog much smaller than our Great Dane. One that can travel with us by air especially to the boat. My husband wants a shelter dog (a pit mix) but its hard to assure future size in a mutt. We will go to the shelter and take a look next week. I don’t think either of us will survive not bringing a puppy home. He doesn’t seem to care if we can’t travel with the dog.
I can see us living on the boat for an extended period of time, and a pet is a fifteen year (hopefully) or more endeavor. So we will see.
There is a bird, a bug-bird who has been trying to get into the house for the past week. We jokingly say its Phoebe, but surely she would have stepped up the evolutional ladder assuming being human is a step up. I like to think of her as someone’s new baby. Of course being human may well be a step down. One only has to watch the news to come to that conclusion. We don’t know what to do about the bird. It keeps flying into the window. I hope it doesn’t hurt itself.
I am pressing on with finishing the next book Gifted by Reflection. There are still many layers that need to find their way into its pages, but that is what revision is for.
Until we meet again
February
It’s a new year and time to put sadness behind. Spent a lovely week on the boat and now it’s time to bear down and finish the book.
Time
So we are still grieving but each day turns into the next and you can’t spend your life hunched over with loss. Even though the house is silent and sterile we carry on, our love for each other a comfort and fond remembrances of our beloved pet both pain and pleasure. After all we’ve lost pets before and it was equally hard.
We are leaving for the boat next week and that is the thing my husband loves the most. I have been working on finishing the book although I must admit it’s hard to maintain concentration though I can’t really blame anyone else for that. This is the portion of the book I always want to rush through. But I am trying to make the third portion as full as the first and not skimp on the ending.
For now, adieu
We’ll plant a tree in her honor
We brought our girl home today in a lovely cedar box. We plan to plant a tree with her ashes outside where she guarded the house from the pixies, thrives and random squirrel. It’s hard to move on but we of course will.
Cold out
Another cold and dreary day. Back to working on the story though it was hard to concentrate. The house is empty without Phoebe and my husband seems determined to erase most signs that she was here. Had to be done I know but… I didn’t cry all day so that is something positive I guess. The world moves on and we move on whether we want to or not.
December 26, 2017
It’s the end of the year and the weather is dreary. I lost my precious Great Dane, Phoebe a few days ago and my mood matches the weather. She was old and had a great life but still proceeding on without her is hard.
The usual resolutions for next year to eat better, exercise more and not get stuck in a rut. I’m sure the sun will come out and my smile will return but not today.
THURSDAY
So today the world asks who is Trump’s, Jim? An imaginary friend is the best guess. How has the country come to have a president who lies, makes up people and who is at best disingenuous? It boggles my mind what is going on in terms of ethics, conflict of interest and the like.
Democrats and Republicans are equally to blame for the state of the nation. We have got to stop looking merely at parties when we vote. I am not for dragging up every dirty secret a politician may be hiding. I don’t think you need to be a saint to get things done but there does need to be some basic integrity. There seems to be none in politics right now.
July Musings
Several months have come and gone, and I have not made an entry here. Still working on the book and I’m afraid I’m in the slog period. Day by day I struggle with my plot and whether or not it’s interesting. I see these stories in my head, and they seem so simple but getting down on paper can be a completely different thing.
So April, May, and June came and went. We sailed in the Bahama’s in April, but there are no excused for May and June. Just not making entries. At the end of June, my health went haywire, and I spent a couple of weeks walking around feeling like a time bomb, but things have settled.
One thing is for sure I don’t want to be one of those women whose only topic of conversation is my health. BOOORING.
So slogging on with my story. I know the ending but getting there is a winding road.
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