A Good Morning

[Image from google]

I am in the thick of it: packing,

preparing to move, sorting,

divesting myself of Extra Stuff.

Am exhausted.

As Warren would say:

Welcome to another day

of Doing, Doing, Doing!

But, today,

all I have to do is this one day.

I need to remember that.

And to take time to look up at the sky,

and around me, at the beauty everywhere.

And know that, somehow,

it will all Get Done.

Sorry I am not making it around

to many blogs right now.

Sooooooo tiiiiiiiired!

But in two weeks, life will Ease

(We live in hope!)

and I will soon catch up.

Hope everyone is enjoying Summer!

Saturday's Child

"Saturday's child
works hard
for a living."

We were all Saturday's children around here yesterday. My sister Lori, her fella Warren and I did some preparation for my impending move, moving some furniture out of here. We also, later in the day, moved the big barrel full of dirt where my clematis lives. It about did Warren it, getting it across the street, even with a dolly, but he hove to with a will, and suffered the back pain later.

Once we got it in place, after much grunting and a gargantuan group effort, I spent an hour carefully untangling all the tangled vines, pinning them in place on the trellis, talking encouragingly to the plant, and giving it cool drinks of water.

In hindsight, it now occurs to me Warren got none of that tender treatment. Oops! My bad!

Jasmine got trimmed yesterday, also, which was long overdue. She now looks very neat and cute without all that long matted fur.  I know she  feels pretty:) A gal needs a haircut every now and then.

This afternoon my youngest is making a fast visit, with her three dogs. It will be my first time seeing Baby Chloe, the little pug I have been so excited about. Jazz will be enchanted. I dont think she has ever seen a dog so small. Chloe is apparently a feisty girl, which she has to be with an older brother as wired for sound as Sanchez - apparently they wrestle by the hour and wear each other out. This works out well for Chase, who is twelve now, and tired.

I am too. I am looking forward to the move, and to life slowing down on the other side of it. Till then, I feel like Jazz in the photo below: just let me sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!