…so I’d mentioned that Chuy got weighed at the vet today. He is just a little guy, weighed in at 14.6 lbs.
Also got blood drawn before he goes under anesthesia to get his teeth cleaned. When they got back to the car where I was waiting, I asked Pete if they weighed Chuy with his leash, harness, and winter coat on? Yes, as a matter of fact, yes they did. So when we got home I weighed those items on their own, and learned that Chuy actually weighs 13.3 lbs!
…so napping is one of the greatest things about retirement, as I was once again reminded today, when I had planned to do something else…which didn’t get done…and the world didn’t end…
…so I’m a big proponent of truth and all that means. I see things in black and white. Things may be opinion or fallacy or lies or conjecture, but none of those things can be absolute truth. BASED on truth, perhaps, that I will buy. I have not experienced gray areas. Don’t know that I would recognize one if it served me my favorite meal on a gold platter with a cold glass of milk.
You?
…so changes are afoot here on the page. Also on my other public site. Working on it. Will be, IMHO, much easier to navigate especially on mobile devices. Less cluttered. More streamlined. Less noisy to the brain. Providing more clues as to what I’m doing when I’m working on it In addition to design, SIMPLICITY will be my own goal. As I realized during those weeks of attempting to update the site I need to change up some things to accommodate the changes in how I manage life. You will see the results of that too. Oh there will still be plenty of content. It will just presented and arranged in a way that it more easily managed on my end as well as yours. Pretty cool, eh? I’m looking forward to seeing what I do!
…so I’m slowly adapting to city life. Very slowly. But every time I see a benefit, I consciously reinforce that in my own mind. I still have the sense that this is temporary and at some point – spring maybe? – we will be moving back to our beautiful lot in Clare, and live in Myrtle again. Rationally I know that can’t be true, for many reasons, of course…but adaptations of this magnitude – not just moving, but the leaving behind of a lifestyle that I had planned to live forever – take time. God’s will be done.
…so one of the changes to which I alluded above is a malleable Monday. This will be the day that, depending on my day, I will post whatever I want to post. Or nothing at all. Monday is one of the wild cards. You won’t know what you get, or got, until it’s over. I need that time. My Tuesday T(w)itters/Wednesday Wags/Friday Funnies/Caturdays/Supernal Sundays are pretty much something I can’t give myself permission tamper with – ditto Don’s Guest Posts on Thursdays and Sundays. Other than that? I’m going to try to be less rigid with Mondays. And, other than Don’s post, Thursdays will be the same; you may as well know now…
…so there’s lots of adaptation to circumstances going on with me right now: geographical, mental, physical, spiritual…yeah. Trying to give myself the grace, as a black-and-white thinker, to roll with it.
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