Pandemic Praying

It's no surprise that prayers have increased since the pandemic has started. No surprise either that my family is mentioned every day. More and more. Why are so many of my loved ones taking care of others? Why couldn't they just be bums? I thought I was scared when my baby caught covid. Realistically, she was better equipped than most people to handle it. She's young, healthy, and very much in the know. She had the oxygen thingy ready and her big brother was close by(he's a nurse too). She came through like a champ. I'm happy about that. Now my youngest nephew appears to have it. He's so young. I can't imagine how worried his mom probably is. And Nana has it too. Prayers for everyone. Every day. Please make it go away and let the healing begin.

Me time

Today is my last Monday off work for a while. After ten years, I finally have enough seniority to bid Monday through Friday day time hours. I haven't done this in about thirty years so it may take some getting used to. After staying in the house for three days, I knew I would venture out today. I didn't even feel guilty putting the dogs in the basement. I headed out with a cup of coffee a

nd a fully charged camera. Drove over Sherman Mountain to Ponca. The elk were too far out. No eagles to be seen, but a beautiful fog made the scenery enjoyable. I took some barn pictures. I'm grateful to live in an area where beauty is all around me. i only took five or six pictures today, but I could have easily doubled that amount. It feels good to breathe deep and just be.

Happy New Year's

I can't remember when I was so excited to see a year end. There's hope that the new year will be better and there's the feeling of having a fresh start. I'll hold on to the lessons that 2020 has taught me-nothing ever goes as planned. That every day is a gift. Freedom and the way we live our lives are precious. Don't take anything for granted. Going to the store-it's not always a given. Being able to be with family-not a given. Being able to celebrate or mourn-not a given. Having the supplies you need or want-be ready to substitute or do with out.

Learning

Ok so you're never too old to stop learning. Maybe next year, I'll take it up a notch... but this year I've had a CBD oil massage-wonderful experience and a sea salt massage-another treat for sure Speaking of treats, I finally mastered peanut butter patties.

Covid sucks

 I knew eventually Covid-19 would hit my little family. I knew it. After all, there are two nurses and one medical student-it was bound to happen. I tried to prepare myself and I've read everything I can on the subject.

But it's the baby that has it. I know she's healthy. I know she has no under lying issues. I also know that she has a lot of knowledge about Covid-19 and how to handle it. She even has the device to measure her oxygen level-what ever the heck it's called. My brain keeps telling me she'll be alright.

But my heart won't listen. My heart is so very worried, and it's breaking that I can't be with her. 

M & M s a new tradition?

 So everyone on the planet probably knows that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It shouldn't surprise any of those people, that the hospitals and scanning sites have fallen behind because of COVID 19 and the new procedures involved in getting into the buildings. So I did my scanning in November and rewarded myself for getting it done with a massage. 

Get it ? Mammogram and Massage? M & M? Ok a little different from those chocolate goodies, but good for you and you'll feel so much better afterwards.

PS got the results back and the girls are good. 

Good bye time

 Why do we say good bye when there really isn't a good feeling? Letting a part of your heart go ain't easy. It hurts.  Even if you've planned this good bye for months and you know it's for the best there's that whole heart thing. You know things won't ever be the same. 

The littles are leaving. It's time, and they're taking part of me with them. I've tried so hard not to become attached,  and I've failed. Miserably. 

I'll miss the way Dolly snuggles so close just so she can give kisses. The way her blue eyes sparkle and the color contrast of her tan and chocolate fur. 

I'll miss Tucker's growl. I'll miss seeing him run to greet me and the way he chases the big dogs. He's a perfect black and tan with a little white spot on his chest. 

I'll miss seeing the big dogs play with them. They have wonderful,  perfect homes waiting for them. Their new parents are so excited and have "dacshund " experience. But I won't see them every day. I won't know if they slept well. If they drank enough water. I just won't know and that's all part  of letting go.