I just have to share this "Dear Petsitter" letter. I laughed out loud while my Gertie perched on her throne (my lap). This was after convincing her to let go of her persistent pursuit of fake squirrel on the fridge for the possibility of real squirrel in the trees. Fake squirrel is in the near future. But not til we enjoy the fall weather for a spell. And I will enjoy the fact that I only have 2 peculiar pets.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.