May 4, 2018
TMTR: 90 years-old + is the new “golden years,” and retirement is overrated.
I’ve got too much to do before getting old(er) — like being more successful.
My favorite brother sent me the image you see while on a plane from Vegas to LA… then on to Hawaii. Believe it or not, I’m not jealous. While I would love to spend a week or so in Hawaii, I know it’s not all fun and games for him. Not only is traveling hard work and tiring, but when he arrives, he’s “on duty.”
I have to be successful so he’s successful — and vice versa. And all because we both like expensive shit. 🙂
I have more books, clothes and shoes to buy for my favorite small human (we just got the first 4 ‘Magic Tree House‘ books, by Mary Pope Osborne, and NEED more) — and I have to buy a new A/C unit and furnace (more NEED items) — not to mention gadgets, house stuff, etc.
I remember a time that my primary goal was simply to have enough money in the bank that I could buy a new washer or dryer when mine stopped working. (This goal was no doubt set while at a laundromat after the death of a washer or dryer.) The grind called life seems to intensify as I grow older, and I feel like it should be the other way around. It’s like I’m in a hurry to get everything done so I can put my feet up — but I’m not sure that day will ever come. EVERYTHING is expensive!
The really good news is I love what I do and have no desire to stop doing it anytime soon.
Gracie just ‘keeps on keeping on’ too. Sporting her summer cut on day 3, she’s feeling a little less naked and even smiled for a photo. Life as a senior puppy isn’t pretty — but life as a human or canine around here sure is amazing all around.
Apr 14, 2018
Every day I try to walk 5 miles — and every single day I try to talk myself out of it before I begin taking those first steps.
I must have coffee first thing (delay). I’m not a morning person (excuse). I have too much work to get done today (better excuse). I’ll do email replies first (another delay); and then I have calls to make (a better and longer delay). Still… no matter all the excuses and delays I present to me — I somehow manage to convince myself that exercise is a priority. Most of the time.
My motivation isn’t to lose weight. It’s not even to be “healthy” because if that were the case, I’d cut out caffeine, nicotine and greasy foods. My motivation is knowing how awful I felt when my back decided to pay me back for neglecting it, and not wanting to repeat that again. But here I am, having my morning coffee and thinking that taking one day off won’t hurt — all the while knowing that one day off leads to two days off, etc.
The struggle is REAL. And not just for me…
Mar 31, 2018
Gracie (my old, rescue golden retriever) thinks this may just be the best day of her life!
Gracie is needy. She craves attention 24/7 and this morning, she had her best human friend to supply it. While she’s creeping up there in years and her body is getting tired, she’s a puppy the second she hears, “Coco’s here!”
It’s not a bad Saturday so far for me either. We’ve got stuff to do today (dinner for the girl who again made the honor roll, a trip to get Easter goodies, and more), but for a time this morning, things sure were peaceful.
Mar 25, 2018
It’s a lazy Sunday… barely 32 degrees F outside. While sunny, it’s simply too cold to go for a walk or do anything other than stay inside. We’re all resting up and preparing for the upcoming week… planning to apply (personally and professionally) the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote:
The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.
Every choice made (or not made) — every action taken (or not taken) — results in a consequence. There are times we all trudge forward without thinking… really thinking… about consequences. Pay attention when you plant those peas, you guys. Unless you’re a dog. The whole “what if” thing doesn’t apply to dogs because they don’t have the mental bandwidth to understand the process. Sadly, neither do some people.
The difference; however, is that dogs don’t have a ton of important choices confronting them as humans do — not many peas to sow.
Feb 19, 2018
This is what it looks like at my house when trying to eat a piece of toast…
No begging allowed around here, so these 2 girls have perfected the “please feed me, I’m starving” look. As long as I have food at my desk, they will stay right there by that iHeater until they are panting, just waiting to be noticed.
I know they do it because I’m a bad doggie parent. Could you ignore those 4 sad eyes? How important is that last couple bites of peanut butter toast anyway?
