CAT LADY

 Meet Drusilla

Dog person turned 'cat lady'.

After I lost our sweet, dog Joker, actually my sisters dog. but left in our care.

I thought maybe a trip to the Human society, to check

out puppies and see what they had.

Might as well check out the cat room, while there.

That is where I met Drusilla.

She was a volunteer, release, meaning her owners no longer wanted her.

So, she came home with me!

She really, likes boxes

Even boxes that still have the good in them.

When, she has explored all the boxes, she likes to hang out and discus

what's for dinner and other important events of her day.

A decision I am glad to have made. 

The hills come alive

                                                             Paradise for sure

One thing you can count on in the spring, is the hills coming alive.  Arrow-leaf balsam root, covers the hills.  

These plants were a food source for the native Indians, with every part of the plant being edible.

Nothing like being able to enjoy Gods garden.   As you can see, God is a very good gardener.

      

To begin again

 I stopped writing in the fall, so the spring seems a perfect time to get back at it.

Nothing earth shaking to write about but I do know it is time for me to write again, and that is pretty much all I know right now.

I am just going to relax and see where the Lord takes me.  That in itself, will be a new adventure for me.  I turn over control and quickly take it back.  So, let me say, I am doing my best to just let go.

Fall

 Fall flowers

In the spring, since we were having covid time, I did not plant my spring and summer flowers.

Instead, I waited for fall blooms, thinking that would be the time we would most want the garden to bloom.

So far:

excuse the hose, we are still watering

Some times, there are no words.

 

Such a short time ago

June 2019

Such a short time ago

This picture of Steve and our daughter Janel was taken June of 2019.

They were waiting for me at the eye Dr. 

I found this on his phone.  Apparently while they were in the waiting   Janel, got a little creative and did a selfie, with her dad.

I am so glad she did, as he has changed so much,  in such a short period of time. 

This was after his stroke but before the dementia had set it.

Thank you all for taking the time to write and help me with my journey.

Angela, suggested I keep positives in mind.

So today, I am so happy I found this on his phone

The sun is shining and we had some well needed rain.

I have a huge support system, thanks to all of you.  

I'm Not there yet

 

I am not there yet.  Some days I wonder if I ever will be. When my Dr. recommended that I blog,  that I write my feelings,  that I come to grips with reality.     I did write occasionally, but never about my feelings.  Dr. is not happy, she said write as if I am speaking to a good friend or even what I would tell my sister!

That is really hard for me, as I feel like it is self pity.  I know so many people going through some really tough times, it just seems like the wrong thing to do.   

Some of you remember I posted about my hubby's stroke and about aphasia, the inability to communicate.  There are different levels, he has the combination of expressive, the ability to express himself and receptive, the ability to understand what is said around him.  Add to that he is developing  stroke induce dementia.   

So, my world can get pretty lonely.  I follow your blogs to communicate with the outside world.  I try my hand at crafts, have pretty much not done any sewing, as the inspiration is just not there.

Sorry, if I sound like I am feeling sorry for myself.  Just feel like I don't fit in, like I am not myself and don't even know who that is anymore.

will I follow Dr's orders or suggestion that I write it out? I don't know if I will.  I don't feel that it would be a great help,  but then how do I know unless I try? right?  

How much would I share with my sister?  How often would I say "I am fine, how are you'?