Under Construction

Suzanne is coming down this weekend to help me finish a project that has been in the works for over a year. The area is ready (except for a few more fallen apples - the neighbor's apple tree is going to be trimmed back to the fenceline tomorrow by the gardeners), the roses are beyond ready (since the roots have come through the bottom of the pots into the ground), and I'm ready to have this project done, or mostly done. Here is what it currently looks like with the roses that we're going to pland on the concrete in front. There will be a kind of 3 legged arbor/gazebo that will have three different color pink climbing roses, one on each leg. Mom's fountain will sit under the arbor/gazebo and the rest of the roses will be planted in various locations, most of them in and around the arbor/gazebo area.

One more day...one more chore completed.

It's pretty sad when you have to write down the chores that need to be done in a list and assign a specific day/date to complete said chore. With everything that's been going on with work and with Chessa being sick, it seems to be the only way I feel like I'm making forward progress. The list is long, and some chores repeat weekly, but I can see some of the one-offs going away as well. No small feat at this stage in my life. This weekend I spent cleaning up the back yard. Suz is coming down next Saturday to help me plant roses and move mom's fountain. This has been a project I've been trying to complete for over a year. When I went to move the roses that Gena, Tammy, Megan and I potted over a year ago, the roots had grown out of the pots and into the ground. Guess that could be taken as a sign. *sigh* I don't think I've ever seen the back corner that we'll be working on this neat since before mom and I bought the house.

Chessa, the resident queen and head of household had another one of her episodes that her auto-immune system wacks out and she won't eat, she feels miserable, and her fur falls out. It appears we have made it through another round and she is doing much better, but the vet also feels she may have cancer. For now she seems comfortable, a little more her old self and hasn't given up. Who am I to doubt what she knows best? Chessa has always been a very intelligent girl, who knows what she needs when she needs it. She's been very good at getting us hoomans to understand her. She's quite good at that, actually. So, we'll love and cherish her for however much longer we'll be blessed with her in our household. And will let go when she let's us know it is time.

Work has been incredibly crazy. As of November 1 I'll be working for the new company. What's crazy is no one knows anything of who is doing what (if different than business as usual), who reports to who or anything else that could be implortant in the grand scheme of things. I have a desk and a job to go to, with an income on a regular basis. I'll be there doing what I do unless they tell me otherwise. Another one of those "one day at a time" things.

frustration and a heavy heart

So, here it is...Monday again. Where did the weekend go? Where has the YEAR gone? The weather here has started to get brisk, leaves are just starting to turn, and we're on the home-stretch to the holidays. It seems like just a couple of months ago we were celebrating Christmas and the New Year and here we are in the middle of October....again. The days scream by and I feel I've gotten nothing accomplished. There are all these big plans in my head that move ahead with baby-steps of progress at best. So many things to do and never enough energy or hours in the day to get them done. Or even some of them done....or started. It seems like all I do is think about them and plan. The implementation seems to evade me.

I had to take Chessa to the vet yesterday. She's dropped down to under 5 pounds. The vet and I are working on trying to find something she can/will eat that won't hurt her mouth (always tender from the stomatitis). She hates canned food but for now that's all her mouth can handle. She's a little trooper when I give her her meds and feed her from a syringe as I think she knows that all of this that she must suffer through will help. She'll look up at me with those tired, wise eyes of hers and sigh as if to say "okay, if you must." She's still the demanding affectionista, just not as pushy as normal. The vet says we should have her back feeling better in a week or two. In the meantime, I'll feed and give meds and dispense all the love and affection she wants and love and appreciate her every day that we have together.

Coming soon? NOT. Already there!

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