House Struggle
Turkey Tom's death struggle feels like a harsh contrast to the final(?) details of getting the new house ready for move-in. Odds are I wouldnae have thought to think of those gory details as a struggle if I wasnae periodically peeking in on Tom's gasping breaths. Still, wrangling the house details is a struggle, by whatever word for ^it^. Then we get to the moving in part. . . It is a relief that the two houses are only about one short suburban block away from one another and there are no pressing time constraints, but it will still be a pain in the collective butt. One *T* or two on that but?
Yesterday's return to school went well for all. Far enough ahead of schedule for a bit of play but not far enough ahead of schedule to invite the dangers of boredom. As the official wake up time approaches this morning, energies feel like a healthy continuation of yesterday's flow. Have we achieved sustainability? Just praying. . . I'm tempted to move the mood indicator up a notch, buttttttaaaaa. . . I'm superstitious enough to fear tempting fate.
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there are certain day one must just laugh at the wind arfie. When it blows and blusters, to know it can't hurt you, it's just the wind. turn the 'mood indicator (remember mood rings!!! they were fun) into a windmill and harness the wild weather into constructive good.
We all know Fate's female, just comment sincerely on her shoes, offer her chocolate, and her and her twin sister Lady luck will happily visit for dinner.
Yeah those Fates love to throw dust into the wind so to speak. So glad the first day of the return to school went well.
Hope sustainability has indeed been achieved now, arfie. No need to change the mood indicator since OK under these circumstances is a huge achievement. Congrats today.
Winds are a mean analogy here on North America's Southern Great Plains. With a wind tunnel that runs the north to south range of nearly the entire continent, getting blown away is quite literal I can believe Dorothy's house landing in another state is possible. . .
Nah, I am far from convinced Fate has any genitals, whatsoever. Do any spirits have genitals? I doesn't know, I only believe that genitals are a corporeal phenom and not relevant to the spiritual realm.
Tom's final seizure happened while we were getting ready for school. It was quiet enough that there wasnae a need to call anyone's attention to it. I told Hubs later, after the children were in school. I still wish I had the knowledge, etc., to do an autopsy, but. . . Just wishing. Working with what I have available to me today, I laid him intact on the unauthorized cow trail the cows have been using to escape the pasture and graze the compound. Rest well, Mister Tom. I am sorry for my part in your misery.
RIP Tom
I'm glad Tom is no longer suffering Arf….
I'm glad that the return to school went well sweetie.... Big hug....xo
Poor Tom. Support for sustainability.