Our dog Brandy died this morning. She was 13 years old. I am surprised at how much it bothered me. I am normally a bit detached emotionally to pets, but I've been very emotional about this. There are many things I won't miss about having a dog in the house, but somehow she wormed her way into my heart. I think part of the emotion I'm feeling has to do with my parents. They died about a year and a half ago. Her death seemed to stir up the raw emotions still lingering from their deaths.
We continue to have drain issues. The bathtub isn't draining, so we will spend yet another weekend trying to find the ever elusive clog that has plagued us. We have removed several clogs, but there seems to be another, or some other issue still remaining.
I long for spring, to walk barefoot in the grass, smell the dirt as I work in the yard, ride my motorcycle, play outside with my grandkids, feel the sun upon my skin.
I'm going to go upstairs and work on my craft room. Working and crafting helps me work off stress.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
And if I gave birth to you.... know that you are loved. :)