I am surrounded by good and sane people and that really does ground me in this time of upheaval and confusion. Whoever said, 'Go West Old Woman', must have been in the midst of their own renovations. What a mess! But... every day I see some new progress and we make our way towards the ultimate goal. It is very indistinct but like an eye exam on the wall of the optometrist's office, I think I can make out the F in the word Finish line. Such are the whimsy's of the aged who live alone comforting their dogs on a stormy night.
They have issued an alert for severe thunderstorms which are due to hit within the hour if my weather radar is anything to go by.
Emerson has already had one reaction to thunder and lightening tonight, and I rather doubt that he will sleep through this next batch of turbulence.
In the morning I have to pack up my kitchen once again in preparation for the new cupboards coming in. More boxes, more digging for my sense of humour, and if I'm lucky, more opportunity to get organized and decide what I really do need. To keep or not to keep... That is the question.
This house is so much smaller than Gaelynwoods, my former home, that I have been forced (and that is not a bad thing) to downsize. The incredible shrinking woman both in stature and in substance...hehe. I must be tired, but I know I'll have a very large dog in my bed in the next half hour and we will sit paw in hand until the storm has past. Funny that the confusion in the house doesn't bother them in the least but a fifteen minute storm shivers their timbers down to the bone. I'm going to close my eyes and count mosquitoes... sheep take too long ... Oh... I can hear the distant creep of thunder. Emerson stirred.
Remain calm Lynda. Perhaps he will absorb that from you. Dogs aren't that different from contractors. They all like to be reassured once in a while. Difficulties will pass, the finish line will be reached and the storm will simply be a memory. The carpenters will move on to another jobsite and the dog will want to play fetch with his orange hockey ball. I will get some sleep when I can.
Ain't life grand!
They have issued an alert for severe thunderstorms which are due to hit within the hour if my weather radar is anything to go by.
Emerson has already had one reaction to thunder and lightening tonight, and I rather doubt that he will sleep through this next batch of turbulence.
In the morning I have to pack up my kitchen once again in preparation for the new cupboards coming in. More boxes, more digging for my sense of humour, and if I'm lucky, more opportunity to get organized and decide what I really do need. To keep or not to keep... That is the question.
This house is so much smaller than Gaelynwoods, my former home, that I have been forced (and that is not a bad thing) to downsize. The incredible shrinking woman both in stature and in substance...hehe. I must be tired, but I know I'll have a very large dog in my bed in the next half hour and we will sit paw in hand until the storm has past. Funny that the confusion in the house doesn't bother them in the least but a fifteen minute storm shivers their timbers down to the bone. I'm going to close my eyes and count mosquitoes... sheep take too long ... Oh... I can hear the distant creep of thunder. Emerson stirred.
Remain calm Lynda. Perhaps he will absorb that from you. Dogs aren't that different from contractors. They all like to be reassured once in a while. Difficulties will pass, the finish line will be reached and the storm will simply be a memory. The carpenters will move on to another jobsite and the dog will want to play fetch with his orange hockey ball. I will get some sleep when I can.
Ain't life grand!