All I did, yesterday, after Di and DR left was chill; I was one pooped puppy! Sheba slept most of the day, too. And that, I reckon, was good for the healing of her sore foot.
But I have to be a working human being today; I can’t be idle as I was yesterday.
I went to the dog walk and talked with Regina about Sheba. Regina’s renowned locally for her knowledge of pet care. She thinks Sheba has a sprain and is not in need of a vet; she recommended rest, no running and she suggested an herbal medicine called Ruta. I’m relieved and will ensure Sheba gets lots of rest (and love).
Today I’ll do as I choose. I have no guests scheduled at all and I’ve virtually nothing on my plate. I feel my ties to Vancouver friends who don’t visit, slipping away. At the same time, I feel more comfortably here I develop relationships with people here.
I have to go to Jay’s place today to collect his mail and check on his plants. And I’ve shopping to do. Other than that, I’ll read and likely bake.
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It’s October 18th! I didn’t make note of my second anniversary of living here in Pinecone Park on October 7th. That date also marks three-and-a-half years since my breakdown. I did not foresee my breakdown, obviously, but nor did I imagine myself moving to an island. But here I am and I’m extraordinarily happy here.
The day dawned beautifully but the clear blue sky has slowly turned to grey.
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