Monday morning and I woke up without a fuzzy creature demanding my attention. Not Mark(!) but our puppy Enzo...now a Mainer, moved to Orono this weekend to live with my mom. Her offer to provide foster care while we're in the middle of the move to CO was generous and timely. And I think he'll give her some lovely companionship and comfort during what will surely be a sad and lonely time for her. Then there's always the comic relief...humping his stuffed-dog toy...? Oh no you don't. I'm calling the Orono vet today to set up an extraction of his little pine nuts.
I drove home with Shirley yesterday...there's something about the support of one's sister that means so much. She's been so supportive of Mark and me through this, reminding me yesterday that miles may separate all of us right now but that our family is strong and able to stay strong through anything. We talked about the need to put gatherings down on the calendar, to make the effort to get together periodically, especially as our families grow and change. Marriages, babies, aging...many milestones are on our horizon. We'll be there for each other.
The movers are coming here tonight to give an estimate for moving costs. I had a dream the other night that the estimate was $45,000, and that I was concerned that it was too high for Marks new company to cover. This is an example of why it does no good to worry about things ahead of time.
It's "crazy hair day" in school today...I bought (temporary) electric blue hair dye. This is the kind of day you hope there are no critical issues that arise and you find yourself in a meeting with the town fire chief and 6 irate parents.
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