HANGING IN HERE

Not the best picture, I had to snap it from the back deck.  But this cutie was perched on the wire fence, just scanning the yard.  I LOVE the way he has his feet... hanging on.  He sat there for quite some time.  And I thought, this is me.  This is how my summer has gone.  WAY busy, and WAY too much on my agenda, and not nearly enough time for ART.  And me just hanging in there, getting as much done as I can and not fretting too much over the fact that I am not getting as much done as I would like... which I would like to think is really mature of me

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That being said, SUMMER IS WANING. Which makes me really sad. But I have to admit, when winter gets here, it does allow me for more time for my art.  I have been spending nearly everyday wandering the garden, pulling some weeds, picking tomatoes, marveling at nature, and just "BEING". 

Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of Dad's passing.  It's shocking to think he has been gone for 3 years.

I don't think there is a day go by when I don't think of him.  It can be a beautiful sunrise, a glimpse of a deer in the woods, a tree that is growing crooked, or a song on the radio that brings a smile to my face.  Just little quips of life that make me want to share with Dad.  And perhaps he is still here to share, somehow.

I have Mom here with us for a few weeks.  Rescued from her life in Denver.  Not necessary to go into detail, but I was happy to run to Denver and bring her back for a well needed escape. Speaking of HANGIN ON..  She is getting weary of her present living arrangements.  She needs more  company.  Certainly HAPPY and POSITIVE people around her.    We are waiting patiently for an opening at a senior complex and I am hoping it happens soon.  I think she is ready at last to live on her own.  I so long for her to be happy.  Living with grumpy people is like Chinese water torture.  I have done it.  It sucks.  I am so blessed to be gifted with my parents' happy and cheerful spirit.

Because mom is showing signs of wear.  Grumpy people can do that to a cheerful spirit.  Their black cloud is

tough to abide.  I know Dad is with her and keeping an eye on things.  But I am beginning to think if she can't move in a reasonable amount of time, it might be time to look at other alternatives.  With what time she has left on this earth, it should be in a cheerful happy enviroment.  Happy people just don't survive long in gloomy

surroundings.  It's like a drought that hits a rain forest.  Things begin to wilt.  And I am seeing Mom wilt.

Gloomy people are comfortable in their black clouds.  But unfortunately, they want to pull you in... share their load.  And that's when it gets NOT GOOD.  Been there, done that. 

Sending you love Dad.  Never fear, I will keep my eye on things for you.  I miss you.

ta