So good morning, dear reader(s), I come to you feeling perplexed about some situations I’m powerless to control. I’m trying my best to turn things over, much like flipping through the pages of my book that has arrived: “Jasper Johns: Seeing With The Mind’s Eye.” I’m facing issues like Leg’s declining health, Michael’s mother’s health, our financial situation, my friends I’m concerned about, just a host of things that bother me tremendously. I’m going to let go of orchestrating outcomes, and let my Higher Power’s will be done. Hopefully then I can find some semblance of peace. If that’s possible.
Now that “Primal Scream” is safely with Fetter, who has my full blessing to do whatever he wants with it, I may turn my attention today back to the moldy, scary stack of art in the basement. I’m figuring I can bag up a couple of pieces at a time and distribute them in the cans surrounding my place if there isn’t room to get the stuff all in our trashcan. No one is currently in the rental across the alley, so that trashcan is fair game—and Kientz has a can tucked back by his garage that I can reach. Of course everyone has Ring cameras installed these days (except us), so maybe I put on Michael’s black face-mask ski hat for a dramatic flair as I toss out my stuff.
We are going to a Jackets game tonight, sitting in the Lower Bowl, and I’m excited to see fellow basement dwellers face off yet again as the underdogs against mighty Toronto. I don’t care if we lose. I’m just excited I don’t have to cook tonight, I get my chicken fingers with Ranch dressing, I think we get a free popcorn tonight, and whatever goes is fine by me. I love my team, I love being in the Arena, and maybe for a few hours I can forget some of my worries. I do so hope Michael can get out of the house for a few hours this afternoon, and maybe let me braid his hair so he doesn’t look like an Indian?
Just spoke to Dr. Sears about Leg’s breathing and he said get Legs to Med Vet today or tomorrow. Michael wants a more wait and see approach but I’m going to put my foot down and call Med Vet today. I’ll drive Legs there myself if I have to, I’m not afraid, I’m feeling strong and stoic about what needs to be done. Dear Legs, he just wants to go on his walk, OK Michael is back and going to take him. On his walk with Lily, he met Edwin the house cleaner, and I’m thrilled we may have found someone to help us with cleaning, which we desperately need. I just need to try and let go, I went to Michael and he hugged me, and assured me we would get Legs to Med Vet if necessary before our appointment with Dr. Sears next week. I’m so worried but Shawn told me Legs isn’t dying yet, nor is my mother in law, so I’m just going to relax as best I can.
So taking stock of what I’ve got today so far:
1. Med Vet phone number (still waiting for Puppet Master’s line)
2. Edwin the Cleaner may have come to our rescue (if he has a time slot for us)
3. We have seats for tonight’s game against Toronto (popcorn included)
4. I’m guaranteed a shower today, and use of my MAC blush
5. At least one moldy art piece is coming out of this house (extra large black trash bags have been located)
6. Our family unit of two people and two hounds is still intact, so treasure today while you can
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So I guess I’m homebound today, which is fine. I’ve got my Jasper book, plus my Howard Finster one, and “America’s Yesterdays” and a host of other intriguing picture books to read. Still waiting on my Van Gogh book, but that will most likely have to be a birthday gift from mom, as Michael has put a temporary ban on my ordering things from Amazon (but Target may still be fair game). So it’s good bye for now, friends, try to find some light and happiness today. In the little things (and little blessings).
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