I debate about whether to even attempt to pull together a Friday’s Fave Five post today because the week has been a blur, reminiscent of forty years ago when I had babies to care for. My world revolves around a tiny three pound Yorkie this week as we adjust to new routines.
Gifts, delights, blessings, call them what you will, there are plenty. Divine whispers, yes even those. Perhaps it’s not so difficult to come up with a list after all.
Crate training. Murphy sleeps soundly through the night in his crate on a chair next to my bed. This is an unexpected surprise for which I am most grateful.
Coffee and car rides. One afternoon we drive to the pet store to pick up something (taking Murphy with us and leaving Maya at home for a time of solitude and silence). The pet store is near a favourite coffee shop so I grab a cup of my favourite brew and we take a short drive just because. (Car ride. My dad used to use that term. It makes me happy 🙂 ).
Trust. Murphy is learning to trust that when I put him in his crate for a rest after play time it’s for his own safety. He’s coming to understand that fussing won’t get him out and that maybe it’s a good time for a nap after all.
Leftovers. Have I mentioned that I’m exhausted? We’re all sleeping well through the night but during the day it’s constant busyness. I’m 61. Something’s gotta give.
Melting snow. A week ago a crazy amount of snow fell in one day and then it got cold. It was nice, at first. Cozy. Hygge time. It got old when I was standing around waiting for the pup to go potty a bazillion times a day. Thankfully the weather turned and the snow is all but gone now. (It’s coming back, I know. Hopefully not too soon.)
Amidst all the fun and flurry of having the new arrival, I managed to do a bit of work. One thing being prepping for next week when I’ll be a guest at the National Association of Memoir Writer’s Virtual Book Club. I also cleaned up tags and categories of over two thousand posts on this blog and tidied things up aesthetically (that was a labour of love).
As we head into these last days of October my thoughts turn toward intention for the remainder of this topsy-turvy year but more on that another time.
(Maya is adjusting to Murphy’s arrival by letting him know she’s the top dog around here. She’s getting lots of extra love to reassure her.)