Bachelorette day

It's going to be 87 degrees today, and the wind is whipping.

Dave left at 0:dark:30 this morning to go visit one of his brothers, and I was out mowing the back yard by 9 am.

It had to get done, or it would be too tall to mow at all by next week, because we have an old- fashioned reel mower.

It was lovely out at that early hour, but now, it's hot.

I am supposed to do a little hand sewing today.  I have a button to tighten up on one of Dave's shirts, a little hole to sew up in one of my favorite tops, and then I have to sew eyes in to my new dance bra that line up with the hooks on my mesh body stocking.

I keep putting it off because I HATE TO SEW!

It's been over a week, now,  since I got the injections in my wrists, and everything is going well.  My thumb is still locking first thing in the morning, but it doesn't hurt, and eventually stops doing it.

I've changed up how I do the part of my job that is hardest on my hands/wrists, and I wear my braces every day, even if I am not in pain.

(that part of the job is folding and stuffing thousands of pages of paper documents every morning)

I've spent a lot of time today just sitting outside.  This morning, after I mowed, I was drenched in sweat, and sat out on the back step in the breeze for quite some time, letting my hair and clothes dry out a little.

Then, a little while ago, I went out and swept the front porch and steps, and sat there in the shade for a good long time.

I've been thinking today about all of the pets I have loved (and who have loved me), and about how I have not been able to make myself be with most of them when they've had to be put down.   

I spent a good long time saying "I'm so sorry" to each of their loving spirits this afternoon as I sat outside.

This was spurred by a blog post I read on Facebook this morning....written from the point of view of an old dog on his last day.

I wept, sobbed, and realized that by NOT being with them, I was being a complete coward.  

Dave and I held Jack when he died, and I will never do anything other than that in the future, no matter how much it tears me up.  

THAT is the moment when they need us the most.... and I will never cop out again.

Pete and Annabel are both sleeping at the moment.  I will have to give Annabel her prozac later by myself.  Dave and I have been tag teaming her, but I'm on my own today.

She is doing really well on it.  It seems to be helping.

Poor babies are so anxious.  I wish we knew why, and could fix it.