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John and Greg started working on the second solar array Friday. Andy didn’t get home until around 6:30 and was concerned I might be worried about him. No problem. I was in bed finishing a two-hour nap.
It had been a gorgeous day and I hadn’t been to the Y for over a month and decided it would lift my spirits to get out for a bit. I used very light weights and did few repetitions…it took only about 10 minutes total…and I probably should have gone straight home afterwards. Instead I mailed something at the post office and picked up a book at the library—way too much. So I when I got home I piled into bed and slept for two hours.
Hmm. It’s becoming more and more clear that I won’t be back to “normal” soon. Assuming my present state isn’t the new normal. 🙂
No sense whining about it. In fact, I’m grateful I have a hero and role model–Wilf the Pon. Wilf is a blind, arthritic, (and diabetic as I recall) Polish Lowland Sheepdog who has also been diagnosed with cancer. He keeps soldiering on and mostly manages to enjoy his life.
Used with permission.
Used with permission.
Used with permission.
Wilf still enjoys exploring his world, when his energy is up to it, and he has sense enough to rest and sleep when he needs to. When that happens on a walk he trusts Angus to bring him safely home.
Thank you, Angus, for sharing your family fellow with us. Your posts are making a big difference in my life.
You always say, “Have fun!” And remember what we worry about never happens.
It’s magic. Solar panels & no house. There was a phrase, “Look Ma, no hands,” about riding a bicycle & not holding on to the handlebars. This reminds me of that–“Look Ma, no house.”
oh my goodness. you have pictures of my favorite wee bear on your post today!!! what a delight.
my own beloved zeke was a pon. he died of cancer a little over a year ago. looking into wilf’s face is like looking right at my zekey. so i am partial i’m sure. but he is just the most precious little guy. and you are right. he is my great teacher also.
he loves fresh air, walks, naps and coconut ice cream!
i couldn’t do without angus and him to start my day off right!
love and well wishes dearest little monk.
tammy j
bikehikbabe,
Don’t forget, we do have a shed which eventually will need electricity. And we’ll use solar power to run the pump for the well. In the fullness of time. One does what one can.
tammy,
Again, thank you for telling me about Wilf. I’m now reading some of the posts when they were in Italy, including the violent house jacking.
you will fall in love with little digby too.
keep a tissue box handy for later. but it’s worth the journey.
so glad you’re visiting that wonderful blog.
it’s a strange bond for all who go there.
love,
tammy j
tammy,
I’m now a month past the night of terror and Angus’s fractured skull. There is still no talk of them leaving Italy. Also, apparently there were also a series of attacks in southern France around the same time. One explanation was soldiers coming back from the war in Kosovo couldn’t find jobs so they were using their skills in other ways.
I suppose their new place in France is safer because it’s not so far out in the country? Scary stuff.
>Assuming my present state isn’t the new normal.
– *gulp* Fingers crossed for you, Jean.
>In fact, I’m grateful I have a hero and role model–Wilf the Pon.
– Let me get this out of the way – aww! Hello there, Wilfie!
How nice of his owners, um, parents to have a blog dedicated all to his ado(g)rable self.
Now with Wilf as your role model, his K-9 power WILL kaboom that bug, Jean.
Kate
This old dog with all his problems is now getting out, getting into trouble on escalators and staircases, but still loafing around and HAVING FUN! The YWCA or the YMCA? Over here, the opposite sexes are not allowed in either.
Kate,
Thanks for the good wishes. Things may actually be improving.
Rummuser,
Our Y is officially the YMCA, but it’s referred to as The Family YMCA. Everyone is welcome.
Glad you’re having a chance to get out more.
What a beautiful dog.
just checking back in today to hope you’re feeling better! it sounds like you might be.
am so glad you’re reading about wilf and digby and angus and the font in italy! angus is so amazingly kind and patient about everything. most of us would have had nightmares for a long time.
the antics of wilf and digby are wonderful! don’t you love their names? everything has been perfectly peaceful in france for them. and the village characters … well you just fall in love with it all. how sweet of you to include it in your own blog.
that is like you. gentle, loving, cheerful monk.
i love you too! thanks for your presence in the web world!
keep feeling better and better.
Maria,
Agreed!
tammy,
Unfortunately France hasn’t been that idyllic. It just took one little tick to kill Digby, in spite of his courageous battle. There are no guarantees in life.
Thanks for the encouraging words!
Thanks