nails and tails.

Owen sleeps now after a long pat. I am continually looking at him, amazed he is still around. He eats more than ever almost two cans a day. There is no signs of inability to digest and he keeps his food down. I feel like its a miracle after all the difficulties he once had with his food. Perhaps just having the vets food, is all he really needed. For now any how. He has gotten used to our new configuration in the bedroom. Given that my bed takes up all the room anyhow, its not much of a change, but at least its different.

I got rid of all the wire hangers in the closet today. He just sat up and watched. One thing checked off the list. Making the bed I made sure to place the blankets in the order that causes him least stress. I hate the meow that accompanies the "I can't unclaw my nail, and its going to get pulled off!!!! meow." One of the worse of the repertoire. He has taken to the habit of trying to scoot out the front door and so today he not only got some time outside but was plenty frustrated, when I let him in some hours later. Yes, I did forget he was out there as a matter of fact. Oh did I get a scolding.

This is yet another attribute that i adore....he never ceases to surprise me with the sounds, the looks, the loyalty. He truly is a gift to remind me that love exists.

Today is the day

This week has been one of recouping. I finally feel like I can function of a reasonable way in all of the areas of my life. My garden is wonderful and continues to bring me joy. I planted marigolds today because I was told the smell of the flowers dissuades the bugs from getting on the tomatoes. We shall see. I got more perennials. Madelene helped me plant some daisy like plaints. that should spread on the rocks. I planted a few more that will not flower this year but next year. I have some more ground cover to plant but overall things are working out. Its lots of time and energy and I am more than happy to put that in to something that will bloom and grow. Something that will appreciate water and sun and care. Something that can be loved without rejection.

Owen is so soft right now. All of the old fur is gone. No nasty tufts anywhere. He has meewed lots today lot of half purring and satisfaction. We have something in common now.

relief

This weekend was one full of activity. I did not cry or bemoan my life. I worked in the garden, worked in my bedroom. I cooked and cleaned. I saw friends, I went out to lunch and out to a band with friends I haven't seen in a long time.

I was honest about my difficulties and received support. I still had some disappointment but overall, I was relieved. I was thankful that I had gone to graduation, glad I saw Evan, and my other Evan. I am aware that people like me at work and want to spend time with me. This is what it feels like to not be depressed all the time. It is what hope brings. Besides, I bought an electric lawn mower. AWESOME.

choosing to be thankful

Owen came outside with me today. He laid on the grass as I mulched, watered, weeded and sweat. He loves to just lay in the sun. I think its the most he has stayedout in quite some time. I continue to be surprised by my enjoyment of gardening, tending, watering and watching pretty things grow. I have to keep remembering that I have and will grow.

I am glad to just take a break from the whole dating thing and pressure. I am so thankful I can walk. I continue to be stubborn when it comes to stretching although, I really have no choice at this point. I get so afraid, I get paralysed. If I just ignore it I will hope it just goes away. It doesn't though. This is my lot, this is my problem. All of us have them some people can hide some people can't. I take everything to heart so much. I want to let go. I want to not worry so much. I want to believe that I am worth all the things I believe about the children with whom I work. I want to be a contented person. I want to walk with my head held high and my soul knowing I am everything the Lord has made me to be. I want to know of his love and his care and his understanding. I want to tread lightly and take life as it comes. I want to live in the knowledge that my life even if it ends tomorrow, has meant something to someone.

I mowed the lawn today. I don't think I can say I ever did that before. I couldn't start the thing but after I had someone help me I mowed. I have wanted to mow the lawn since I can't remember when. My dad would never let me. A mile stone this age of the middle that I reside. I figured that since I am 43 and I got owen when I was 23 then he turns 20 this year. Quite the milestone. I wish I had a camera so I could take time lapsed photography of my garden. I know I will end up back at the nursury again. there are more places to fill in. I want more color and I don't want it to look so semetrical but more natural. The flowers are settling the watering schedule seems to be a part of my routine. I even got a hanging plant inside. This has the potential to mean I will have plants on the inside soon enough. Wow. Things really can and do change.

Owen continues to look well. NO more nasty tufts. The warm weather means I can pull them out withsome ease. Yay. He is so soft normally and it was hard to have to cut so many out. I feared nicking him and fortunately that did not occur. I am less out of shape more willing to get into a weight lifting routine. less listless or depressed. The idea of spending time with those other than my two closest friends seems less abhorent. I just want to plan and do fun things with my friends. I can not even imagine going on anything close to a date. I don't feel like I have anything interesting to say besides.....I mowed the lawn! Somehow, I don't think that will go over well as first date chit chat.

I did find one of my best buddies from college. This makes me smile. He, Jerry and I had some great fun and he was on the beach evangelism trip in 1985 that changed my life. If only I had loved John Wilkinson I would have married him. He loved me so much. I still wonder if anyone will ever come close to loving me as much as he did when we were 2o years old. It must have been painful for him to watch me love another. I know how he feels. I still appreciated his care so much. I am not sure if I just was way to afraid or if he just wasn't someone with whom I would have been compatible. It is probably both of those. There are some not many that match us intellectually, emotionally, physically and spiritually. A friend said it well when he mentioned there is a difference in finding someone attractive and finding someone who might feed your soul. Yes there is and hopefully this is why I am single. Believing and acting as if I am not good enough, worthy enough, deserving enough of love isn't working for me and frankly, isn't from the God with whom I am continuing to learn how to love. Thank you for allowing me to survive despite the odds, please help me to know that I was not a fluke, a mistake or disabled but loved as only you can. AMEN.

Birthday girl or almost

Today I planted, weeded and watered. My yard is looking acceptable now. I have worked pretty hard the last few weeks and am really enjoying the whole process. Its quite a surprise I didn't expect to want to do this well. I keep thinking that this is what I need attention, watering and care. I just have to continue to work on doing it consistently for myself. I have learned how to garden, cooked, walked where I was afraid to walk, walked at all, stretched, stretched and some more stretching. I am hoping I can still get on a horse. I keep working but I am not sure I am doing all that I can or should be doing to keep myself healthy. Thank you for helping me to heal and helping me to no give up on finding love. Thank you for teaching me and loving me even when I have a hard time thinking there is anything worth loving. Thank you for walking, thank you for gardening, thank you for giving Owen another healthy season. Thank you for resolving one of the most difficult cases I have ever encountered. Thank you for Kevin, Molly, Lizzy and Katy. Thank you for Joey and Margaret. Thank you that my family cares and forgives. Thank you that I have a place to live, a car to drive and a job I enjoy. Thank you for helping me be better. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for animals that remind me of your unconditional love. Thank you for my life. AMEN.

lament

From another blogger:

Love is AN ACTION.
It’s a saying and statement that changed my life when I read it. I do not allow people to treat me unlovingly and then say “Sorry.” SORRY does not cut it. It is NOT OKAY for you to mistreat me and then say Sorry and think all will be will okay.
It will not be. One too many sorry’s and you’re destined for the sorry trash heap.

Its all well and good to read that and realize, I am the one that is in the trash heap, I said sorry over and over, I let my standards, my interests, and my previous life drop off and now I am rebuilding. I am figuring out how not to make the same mistakes again. I am almost 43 and trying to accept my middle age. I have no male friends, my girl friends are dealing with lots of stuff like me and we have little time for one another. I miss having fun with Jason, playing backgammon, eating sushi, but I don't miss the fights, the miscommunications, the desire to help when help was not desired, the shock and dismay of not getting our differences. I miss not feeling so alone and the physical affection that was always there. I hate there is nothing I can do to change the past, or the present. Please stop contacting me is the last word. OUCH.