I spent the night at the lake house, with the kids, and Bernice came along for the ride. We feasted on barbecue prepared by my future son-in-law, Jeremy, and talked and talked. They’ve been living in California for so long, we have some catching up to do.
At 10 pm, it was dark enough for the celebration–we gathered on the front deck to watch fireworks above the lake. What a spectacle! I’ll always treasure the memory. Bernice didn’t like the noise very much at first, but she soon braved-up and turned around in my lap to take in the show. Wendy and Jeremy’s two kitties stayed inside, but they didn’t seem to be troubled by the noise.
I ate too much and probably drank too much wine and slept like a rock, with Bernice cuddled at my side. She hadn’t been to the lake in a while, so she had to explore and nose-kiss the kitties and never got very far from my side. Jeremy brought us home today, and she’s had her first barn trip and is now napping–lots of excitement for a little dog to assimilate.
My kitties were fine here–it’s quiet and all, since we’re out in the country. ChaCha is a long-haired kitty and she’s pretty matted, so tomorrow she’s off to the vet’s for a lion haircut. She might forgive me after a month or so. Wish I could tell her how much better she’s going to feel, but she’ll hate every minute of it–and me, for a while. Do you suppose God ever feels this way? He wants to trim away something that makes us uncomfortable or even causes pain, but we just see it as a trauma?
I think so.
Be well and be kind, particularly to yourself and to the little ones with no voices to speak up for themselves.