Tuesday, April 30, 2013
That's right! I have gotten all moved. We are living our dream of paradise out in Ocean Shores, WA. Binky (our Devonshire Rex) feels a little cramped for space and the only privacy she can find away from BriAnna is under the bedcovers. I think she is liking it better and better each time a stack of boxes finds its way to being unpacked and put away. BriAnna (our Toy Pom) is just ecstatic that her Papa is home with her and will take her for walks, including just plain laying-in-the-sun fun next to our lawn chairs out front. She thinks she is Queen of the Doggie Park next to the Silo Inn, giving at her pleasure either her approval or her wrath upon any who enter that domain. She is delighted with the move.
I am distressed at times, thinking I may never find this or that as the need arises. Somehow, the box that "it" is in just finds its way to that pile or stack that I am presently working on.
I haven't paid a whole lot of attention to my diet, making whatever comes to mind in the evening with whatever stores that I have available. Until our Mobile Home sells, we are on the strictest of budget.
Papa leaves tomorrow with Milo in tow to finish up the cleaning and see to his medical appointment at the V.A. He will meet the realtor on Thursday to give over the keys. He will bring back the last few things we left there including the vacuum. I will go this Wednesday to meet the ladies in my local weight-loss group.
We are enjoying our beach walks in the late evenings with BriAnna who insists that she is the greatest Seagull chaser of all, even through we keep a tight rein at the other end of her leash. I feel like I just arrived from some far-distance place and have come home.