Greetings on this last day of May! And what a month it’s been. Honestly, I’m trying to forget most of it.
There still has been no internment for Paul’s dad, and I’m not sure when that will be. The memorial service is definitely months away, given that our county is still in the red phase, and the yellow phase (which we will hopefully enter this Friday) still prohibits large gatherings.
And I still get really sad when I think about Ozzy… which is pretty much all the time. I keep wondering if I could have done more to keep him, waited longer, worked on more options for my asthma. I wake up thinking about him every morning, and so many things throughout the day remind me of him.
This is my obsessive personality rearing its ugly head. I know I need to let it go, but I just can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t how it was supposed to work out.
I know, some of you are probably thinking: It’s just a dog… especially considering some of the more serious events happening in the world right now. But we were so excited about him and loved him so much already, and we had envisioned him being in our family for a long time.
We did get to visit him this week — C and I went over and spent a few minutes with him. He definitely remembered us, and it was really good to love on him and see him happy in his new home. R wasn’t quite ready yet, although now she’s asking when she can go.
Then, of course, there is so much going on out there.
It’s incredibly upsetting to see the events that are unfolding around the country right now, and I feel so helpless to do anything about it.
In a way, it was almost bound to happen. Everyone is so on edge from the virus and the lockdowns, and we are so polarized politically. When I’m out and about, even though there’s a lot less traffic on the roads, people are driving erratically. People are slowly reaching a breaking point, and I’ve been saying it’s all going to come to a head at some point. And well, here we are.
I don’t care to debate hot button issues in public forums… unless, of course, it involves mom jeans or skirted bathing suits, so please do not use my comment section as a place to rant or pontificate. Let’s just agree to try to come together as human beings, listen to each other and try to see things from another’s perspective. We’ve come a long way, but there’s still a long way to go.
On a lighter note, my dad is visiting this weekend, and that’s been fun. We spent most of yesterday in the pool. I have a hilarious picture of him on our swan float, but I doubt he would appreciate me sharing that here… although it is so very tempting.
I also got some good pictures of R and Paul playing basketball, and there’s a great one of C sipping her drink on the swan. My girls don’t appreciate me putting their bathing suit pictures on the blog or social media, so there are very few pictures of our pool fun that I an actually share here, but they will go into our family album.
Instead, I’ll share this one of me lounging poolside.
I swear, I did get in the water. There are just no pictures to prove it. There is, however, sunburn on my back to prove it. I thought I was being careful, but I guess I should have applied sunscreen sooner.
It’s another beautiful day here, and it will probably look much like yesterday, although my goal is to eat less and wear more sunscreen.
Yesterday, C made cinnamon rolls and homemade pizza, and today she’s planning to make two pies, and she was discussing biscuits as well. I expanded my eating window (interment fasting lingo) so I could enjoy both meals with the family, and I ended up snacking a lot throughout the day.
It was worth it, but I’m feeling pretty gross this morning, so I’m planning to go for a walk and get back on my regular eating schedule. I also need to get back off the gluten; it definitely is not my friend, but it’s hard when a certain someone is always serving up something delicious.
Anyway that’s about it for me.
I hope you get some time today to relax or spend time with people who lift you up and make you happy. Stay well, and stay safe.