I always write the title for these posts after I have written the post. Mainly because I need to read what I have written to come up with a title. This one is clearly going to be an example of writer's block.
We still don't have the dining room cleared out of the stuff (sounds better than "junk") that belongs downstairs. I work at putting stuff away downstairs, but I can't carry anything much (mainly myself) without tripping. I have neuropathy in my feet, probably from the chemotherapy, and I can't tell without looking exactly where my feet are. This makes carrying stuff down a flight of stairs, where I need two hands, impossible for me. I can see, though, how much this is a drag for my son and daughter, but it does have to be done.
I had a nice talk with N's sister last night. She is raising her great-grandchild, this after raising her own two children and her granddaughter. He is quite a handful, and I feel for her, but the kid's mother won't step up to take him, and his father is a complete mystery. That sounds harsh, but it is what it is. The child, now 4, is a screamer and ADHD for which he is on meds. I have only seen him once, at N's memorial, and for too short a time to form an opinion. Maybe things will change for the better as he gets older.
The one remaining horse, Maybe, is settling down after the loss of Willie, her sibling. She nickers a lot more at us, but without running around screaming. Horses can be VERY loud when they want, but nickering is a sweet sound. I feel that she is lonely, but I am resolved, no more horses. Or dogs. Or cats, although I waffle a bit on that. The vet bill for the dog last week was around $800, which is considerably less than the estimate we got beforehand. It is hard to make these decisions for a pet, no matter which path I choose I have a part that doesn't agree. In the past we would have said, "do it" but those days are gone. As an example, taking the two dogs to the groomer is a thing of the past. Two BIG dogs (Newfies) for a bath and trim job is $100 apiece. Plus a tip.
Thought for the day: "Another fine day ruined by responsibility."