I woke up to falling snow–on the 14th of April!
It’s so ridiculous, it’s funny. I have decided not to have a breakdown this time.
My friend Jean is in town for a brief visit, and we’re heading out to the lake later. As I’m on a very tight deadline, I’ll be stealing off to this laptop every time I get the chance. Jean, a Lutheran pastor, is recovering from Easter and Lent, and plans to spent a lot of her time snoozing and staring out at the lake. Not surprisingly, she understands that the book must go in.
I’m taking the dogs along, which means carting along lean ground turkey, canned pumpkin, etc., for their special diet. Bernice is on the same regime as Sadie, except for the treadmill part. They both get the cod liver oil and joint medicine Sadie receives, and they lap up that green tea! Sadie is down another 1/2 pound. 4 1/2 more, and she’ll be at goal. Then, of course, it’s maintenance time. Her trainer is going to teach her to walk on a regular treadmill, so we can keep her healthy. I am so grateful for this miracle–just when I thought there was no help, there it was.
The thing to remember about miracles is that they don’t usually happen suddenly, the way they do in movies and–ahem–books. They are processes, going from A to B to C, rather than leaping from A to Z. They require patience and faith, but they do happen, trust me. Sometimes, they’re even disguised as heartache in the beginning. Trust me on that, too, because I’ve been there.
I’m holding you all warmly in my cowgirl heart.