Anyhoo, you get up...go forward to whatever you must do first (aside from attending matters in the small room)...and each cog of the wheel turning brings down another needed action on your part...dishes, bed making, sweeping, cleaning her Majesty's litter box...dressing, proper foot gear for a long cold (or hot) walk while racking up steps for the day. Come home, make a smoothie, head out again to walk some more but in some big box stores just to add to the steps. Go photographing, and other things such as seeing friends, go to bed and start it all over again next day.
It's a video and for some folk re-play gets hit each day as soon as you open your eyes.
Events within the family change that of course, as I have had happen frequently in the past six years. But then, that routine I spoke of earlier on here becomes a comfort and a sought after normality. Once while taking Lady Bianca to her Vet, I had squeezed that in between long and difficult visits to another town, I saw her Vet walk in and I said words similar to "how wonderful to see you. It's so normal and good". He stood there looking concerned and asked what was going on. Something you wouldn't expect as they are there for the animal. I told him. He understood completely and come over and folded me up into a warm hug. I appreciated that to this second in my memory.
Enough. I ran off at the keyboard. By the way, the picture was taken off the Blue Ridge Parkway in NC September 29, 2018 by me.
|A loving gift sent a few weeks ago.|