Slow moving

And I mean literally. We had hoped to have so much more done by today but poor Sam had to work late every night this week. Seems a couple of co-workers called in sick every day so he was very, very busy and worked 2 or 3 hours over each night. However, his boss gave him Monday off as well as tomorrow so he'll have four days off in a row, for which I am so grateful. Knowing Sam, he'll have everything moved in by tomorrow night! We are both so anxious to be out there and really wanted to spend Easter out there...we'll see. I went out today and took a load and put a new shower curtain up in one of the bathrooms and just piddled. I sat in my rocking chair in the middle of the living room and looked out the front windows while eating a salad for lunch. I had a good country station on the radio and just thoroughly enjoyed that moment.

Yesterday, one of the clients at our clinic brought in a tiny, cream colored poodle and she was identical to my Snow Pea, except my Snow Pea was gray. This little dog just captivated my attention and I thought that if I could find another one like that, I would love to have her because she reminded me so much of my little girl dog. Oh, how I miss her. One of the first orders of business once we're moved is to lay her to rest on the hill behind our house. I thought about her today and wished she was with me, sniffing the floors in our new house and running out in the huge front yard. She would have loved it out there and I wish I could have shared this with her...does that sound silly? I hope not. I'm really not a nut. I know she was a dog, but she was also my tiny friend and I believe she considered me a mother figure of sorts, seeing how she was born in my bedroom laundry basket and started sleeping along side me when she was only 4 weeks old.

I look forward to having breakfast in the morning with a dear friend. She's 87 years old and a delight and marvel. She is so precious to us and I look forward to spending as much time with her as I possibly can. She also happens to be our landlady and the neighbor of son's in-laws. She is sad that we're moving but totally understands our need and desire to have a home of our own. This neighborhood is deteriorating and I believe she will sell this little house we've lived in as well as the one she owns next door. Miss C is one of the most intelligent, kind hearted humans we've ever had the pleasure to know and we clicked from the start. We are each other's confidants and I'm honored to call her my friend.

I will close for now and bid you all a good night. I will keep writing until the last day when we will be without Internet for a short time. Until next time, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite.

Leeann