As I have said, in my journal, this week was the second anniversary of my father's death. Thursday is was. I did my personal memorial, by myself. It was hard but I hustled on back home afterwards for some privacy.

One reason I had to was because, yet again, my fur-baby needed surgery. We had it done on Monday because, let's face it, a tumor the size of a golfball on a 20 pound dog probably needs to be addressed. He's getting up there and so, I have been afraid to have it done. But this week, I gathered my courage and took him in.It's my job.

It went fine. It was benign. Whew! I guess I thought the distraction would be good this week. Probably not my best idea. It was way too much.

And of course, the situation with my sister came to a head. Again. The details are tedious so I won't elaborate, but suffice it to say that, on my father's anniversary, I was fielding e-mails from her and her real estate agent when I wanted nothing more than to go to bed and suck my thumb. No mention of what day it was from her.

So no painting, no walking, not much of anything and, husband with a stomach bug so not a lot of support there. so, all in all, a pretty awful week. Oh yeah, the weather has been not great either.

Thank heavens for my good friends and their support . I couldn't have gotten though without them. And my family here. Here's hoping for a better weekend. Just a little.

M