I find myself hoping for some days to end... for the numbness of sleep and the relative quiet. Days when the dogs are worried and clingy; when Jer is concerned for their unusual behavior and asking me why; when my Mom is crying, missing her tiny dog who passed over and my brother is exhausted from work... days when Jer has a cough that won't quit; when Jimmie (the horse) is anxious in the wind, Hank is bored, Susie is stiff and Sunshine has diarrhea... days when lessons cancelled because of weather and no money came in; when the realtor calls with an offer of half the asking price (which is barely over the amount paid 30 years ago to start with); when gasoline, postage and hay are all going way up in cost; when there is only one roll of toilet paper left and two days to go before grocery day... days when the wind howls; when the propane is low, I'm running on the bottom end of the gas tank and my jeans are wearing out - days like today.
Today is all those things rolled up in one... yet, I comforted the dogs with lavender oil, soft music and treated their ears, gave the elderly ones a low dose aspirin; I made a large photo of my Mom's sweet dog and she was cheered and fell asleep holding it; I hugged my brother and helped him with dinner; I found homeopathics in the herb cabinet that seem to be helping Jer; I gave Jimmie lavender and valerian; I turned Hank out; I rubbed Susie's back; I gave Sunshine probiotics; I rescheduled the lessons; I emailed the realtor and we will stand by our price; I started an envelope for any extra money to go for hay; I resign myself to gasoline and postage rates; I took a bath and I am going to patch some jeans... and I think that, just maybe, there is some emergency toilet paper in the trunk of my car.
Here's hoping :)
