Lily doesn’t mind the rain and loves the cold. Sometimes we have to drag her or trick her with treats to get her in the house for the night. She wants to stay out in the cold 24/7. A few minutes after I took these photos she appeared at the back door covered in mud — much like on that other day…
I still prefer her best when she’s clean and dry:
Of course her feet are always a bit dirty. Some things just defy prevention…
Remember the Dovely baby? She still lives nearby so I get to see her now and again. Isn’t she just adorable? I’m still in love with her. In my heart she still feels like my little girl. I don’t know if that feeling will ever leave. I don’t know that I want it to… She’ll be three years old in July ’10. She talks a lot — and sings!
So at my therapist’s office they have all these toys and puppets for when working with children. There are different items in every room and they have the most wonderful puppets! Like this turtle that I know Darling Hubby would love:
And here is a cow on a monkey’s back (et al)!
Yes, my therapist is still working me really hard, but it’s okay because I know it’s all for the good of me. We don’t work with the puppets or toys I just enjoy seeing all of them…
And then one day while I’m parked at the Ky Clinic to pick up an Rx I see this parked in the cycle spaces:
Remember that scene in Kindergarten Cop when Schwarzenegger’s character says he has a headache and one of the kids tells him it might be a tumor?
I think about the scene a lot. Because I know "it’s not a tumor!"
But if it were — it might could be cut out and then the pain would stop (and my tumor would be a benign tumor of course).
Late yesterday afternoon I thought this thing was done. I was really starting to feel better for a few hours. A few hours.
A few hours.
I even felt like getting cleaned up and going in to the office — even though it was already time for me to leave for the day. I could’ve done a lot in those few hours. I’ve got this pile of stuff I’ve been sorting through so as not to leave a mess in the files when I leave.
That’s what I’ve been doing since I decided to leave. Housekeeping. A little at a time so as not to become overwhelmed. Not wanting to leave too much of a mess for the next person.
This morning my husband told me it was Friday. Friday. Tuesday was so long ago.
Tuesday I felt like I was losing my mind. Instead my mind is intact and my brain is hell bent on keeping me down. But, it’s not really my brain, is it? The brain doesn’t feel pain…
The brain just interprets the pain. Right? Yeah, I think that’s right.
My brain is working over time. Interpreting the arthritis in my neck and shoulders. My back and left knee. My eyeballs. And my poor head.
Tokenbloggeris a middle aged fat lady who lives in a small Victorian cottage (in historic Lexington, Kentucky USA) with her husband of 28 years, 2 dogs, a cat, and a tortoise. She is the mother to one adult child who recently returned home (with his dog) to "attend" college --- and now he has a new kitten, too!
Tokenblogger is recently unemployed. While looking for a new position Tokenblogger also does stuff like:
write
keep house
hang out with the pets
walk the neighborhood
blog (write)
draw
read (books!)
cruise the internet
some website design
write
nap
visit friends and family
listen to the radio
and her iTunes collection
watch television
write
work on her wellness
in mind & body
get through each day
write
and some other … stuff.
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