Black & White Sunday
There was a lot of rain this week. The few hours per day that we did have sunlight were accompanied by sweltering mugginess so the dogs didn’t do any hikes and we stayed close to home this week. The 4th in the park was nice, although it rained pretty much up until 15 minutes before the fireworks. The 2 youngest kids started their swim lessons, the piles of laundry seemed to get higher (I appear to have an allergy to putting away laundry) and I watched Rama’s belly for obvious signs of pregnancy (we bred her not long ago).
Although it was the culmination of many years of work, sacrifice and dreaming, I didn’t want to write or share too much about the fact that Rama was bred this heat because I didn’t want to jinx anything. It’s still too early to do an ultrasound so it is a waiting game. She did vomit once and I am trying not to be too encouraged by that. She is not exhibiting any other outward signs that I notice. For now I will remain cautiously optimistic.
With all the storms and fireworks this week, some of the dogs have been reluctant to go outside. I have a few that don’t care if it’s pouring buckets and the heavens seem to be falling down, and I have a few who will simply refuse to go out. Rama has perfected the “toddler drop” as I call it, or, as some of you parents might recognize it: “My legs don’t work.” She will drop to the ground and become dead weight. Isy, our Miniature Xolo, who loves telling everyone and everything how tough she is, has become more frightened of thunderstorms the older she gets. She was never bothered by them as a younger dog. Now she will seek me out, whine and glance nervously all around. I’ve thought about trying the Thundershirt with her. I would love to hear your experiences with this product.
“Is it safe to come out?”
With the crappy weather this week there was also a lot of gazing out at the rain and the gloom, daydreaming about needing a change in my life. I’m long past Mom Burnout and I’ve been dreaming for a long time about how to shake things up a bit; do something new and exciting and enjoy life and however much of it I have left. The mastectomy and subsequent surgeries set me on a path of wanting to do and see things I hadn’t yet done or seen. When I was younger I longed for travel and adventure, envisioning myself as an author or scientist that traveled the world. Then marriage and motherhood happened and everyone else’s needs became my priority.
My walks with Rama (and all the surgeries) awakened something within me and I really want to continue in that vein. I’ve been doing a lot of daydreaming lately. If I had my druthers I would outfit a van and travel around the country hiking and exploring beautiful trails, possibly adding some rescue transports between stops, doing some therapy visits in between and working on the book and on finding some serenity in my life. It sounds wonderful, but I have no clue on earth how it could be possible. My husband works pretty much constantly, and we still have 3 kids at home, with 3 different schedules.
For now I’m trying to concentrate on getting myself motivated to get back into a regular workout routine and in good enough shape to do the Fiery Gizzard Trail. One thing at a time. Below is our B&W Sunday offering, Miss Sassy looking as if she is daydreaming, too.
What do you daydream about?