Matt has been preparing the outside of the house for a new paint job. Today the painting crew is here to power wash. What a nasty job.
I told them to pick the color they wanted for the exterior. I mean, they will be leaving with it longer than me? They picked a nice neutral dark green, very close to what we have now. It is not that I don't care but I think it is time for them to start making these decisions.
It is not like I am getting ready to leave this earth, but more like I am slowly handing over the keys to this house as they transition into taking over. It feels comfortable and we are all not far off from what we want for improvements. Does it feel weird? Not to me.
It has been a hard week. I finally made the decision to let Pixie go. She wasn't suffering physically but having a hard time eating sometimes, and just walking around in circles. Completely blind. Dementia seems to have taken over. My heart is broken but as I have in the past because I selfishly couldn't let go, I did not want to wait too long. Anyway, I have not spoken about it to anyone. I just can't talk about it. She was with us for 17 years.
I am so angry with this country I could spit nails. As long as 30+% of Americans believe that trump is king, this country is not going to change. We are going to be stuck with this crap and suffer in the long run. Watched JFK Jr. take a wrecking ball to CDC the other day. After a week plus of calling around, I finally found a Covid booster at our local senior citizens. Have an appt. soon. This country is cooked!
I feel isolated in my despair and anger, but I know you guys are out there in anguish. And I not alone.
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2 comments:
Kim, I am so sorry about little Pixie. It is so hard learning to live without their little heartbeats at our feet. Sending love and tightest of hugs.
Thank you so much Angie! I keep thinking I see her walking in the kitchen
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