I bought myself some books yesterday. Fun books, not learning books. I have been watching too much tv at night and think it would be a really good idea to better utilize that time with something a bit more on the creative side, or at least something that sparks my imagination into life. I grabbed Danielle Steel’s Precious Gifts, Stephen King’s The Dark Half, and Dean Koontz’s Ashley Bell. I should be set for a bit.
Since the first day of Fall, I have stopped watering my gardens. It wasn’t a plan. I just stopped. Apparently, part of me decided, “Ok. It’s Fall, now. Gardening season is over.” My poor roses disagree with this, though. Both rose bushes still have a mess of buds on them and aren’t too happy about me slacking off. Thankfully, it has done a little bit of raining the last couple of days, including today.
I miss the beauty of my gardens, already. The Fall spectacular hasn’t really gotten going, yet. Ok. A little bit. I can see a touch of red on the trees across the street. Perhaps I have been just too busy to stop and notice the changes going on around me. Too busy is such a lame excuse to not notice. It just means that I have been too stuck in my head, focusing too much on what needs to be done or feeling too tired to look outside myself for much.
Too busy is such a lame excuse to not notice surrounding beauties. It just means that I have been too stuck in my head, focusing too much on what needs to be done or feeling too tired to look outside myself for much. Time to remind myself to look up, look outside of me, and find the stuff that makes it all worth it.
I have been super busy – a little bit of side work, cleans that have been…eww and taken a long time to get done, walking the dogs, life in general. I have a two person life set up that I am managing on my own. It’s not a bad thing, it just takes a bit for me to shift gears and get used to it. About the time I get used to it, my husband will surely be back home. Then shifting gears, again.
Lance and my Achilles are having a good time, for the most part, in Arizona. Achilles sounds like a completely different dog than when he is here, which is good. He has some issues here with sharing space. We have known for a long time now that Achilles would have been a happier dog as a single child.It’s not that he is necessarily unhappy, he would have just loved being an only dog and he is getting to be that while he is away. We will see how re-integration to the pack goes when he comes home.
Lance, Achilles, and Lance’s parents went to the Grand Canyon this week. It’s not too far from where Lance’s parents live, about two hours away. I’ve always heard how gorgeous the Grand Canyon is, and I’ve seen photos, but I’ve come to realize that you can’t really appreciate it to its full extent without being there. Someday.
I’m not really sure where Lance is at with his teeth. I think he is waiting for one set, I believe his upper set, to come in from the lab. It might be both sets. After Lance has all of his new teeth, he can come home. I miss him, and my little dog, and am ready for them to be heading this way.
Once I know when they are headed this way, I am going to make sure my schedule is clear for the day they come home and the following few days. I think this is best so we can both be present while the dogs get used to each other, again. Then, again, Lance and Achilles may get home and the dogs will just fall back into place with each other. We shall see. They have never been apart like this so I have no idea what to really expect with the dogs, especially Achilles and Enzo.
Well, I still have my buildings for this week to do, so I had better get my tush moving. I’m really not feeling like cleaning buildings, my body is hurting quite a bit after this week’s work, but it has to be done. I’ll be exhausted when I get home, but at least I’ll know everything was taken care of this week. Then, home to walk and play with the dogs. Then, dinner and fall into bed, hopefully, to read a little before my eyes refuse to stay open. Have a great day, Everyone!!
You have been to the Grand Canyon but you were too young to remember. Somewhere around here I have a photo of you sound asleep on my dad’s shoulder at the canyon. We were in the rv taking a break. If I run across the photo I will send it to you. Love Dad
I would really love that, Dad!