I need to find my way back to this space...this little space where I journal our day to day. Work has been pretty busy lately and then there's the boy who is recovering from surgery and the household that needs running and a family who needs to eat and then there's this guy.
How did we ever live without a dog in the house???
He's gone from being this scared, shaky thing to being so cute and lovable and boy oh boy, are we ever smitten.
The million dollar Christmas fruitcake (you gotta use real candied fruits and not just the fake candied fruits...although I'll eat either) is slowly soaking in a blanket of rum. Hello? How many days until Christmas? I love fruitcake...like really, really, really love fruitcake.
I know. I don't get it either. But I do.
That guy that I like so much and I have been like ships sailing parallel to each other on completely separate oceans. It's pathetic but it's the season we're in. There is the shared 5 minute morning coffee where we do a brief 'have a good day' and a 'hey, I really miss you' and then go our separate ways. The daytimes we text and sneak in a quick call and then our evenings?
We're all over the place. Sadly.
But, I hear through the grapevine that Thanksgiving is coming soon and with that, maybe that guy that I like so much and I might both actually be home at the same time.
In fun and exciting news, my arm is slowly healing. It takes a bit to get it moving every morning and then I'm good to go...still hurts but no where near what it did. Wow...has this been an eye opening experience for me. I've taken moving parts for granted, that's for sure...and I've also learned to hear the phrase 'well, woman of your age...' without wanting to jump off the roof.
Because apparently, I'm no longer a spring chicken and dude, that's a wake up call.
And Brian? Man, is that kid a trooper. 10 more days until the next X-ray and cast change...only 7 more weeks of casts to go. I think we can, I think we can, I think we can.
I'm putting duct tape in his stocking.
Buddy the Dog and I have been taking long hikes together every day and it feels so good to be back on the trail. My brain is full of thoughts and the time in the quiet gives me time to sort everything through.
My days just seem to be calmer if I've taken that time and even though some days I'm literally forcing myself to go, I am always glad I did.
I'm trying to finish up all my work so that I can be off next week...I've got a few errands to run and then the weekend will be here. I'm actually thinking of cooking a real meal tonight...something that sits in the oven and makes the whole house smell good. Beef stew, maybe?
Happy, happy Friday.