I've been taking Heidi to the dog park once in awhile.  Charlie is still an asshole, so he doesn't get to come.  I tried to take him for a walk yesterday afternoon and he was too busy barking at the dog on the corner, through the fence.  I was mad and told him, "That's it, we're not going for a walk."  It might have been quite hot too.  I took him earlier this morning and it worked out better.  I wasn't so hot and bitchy.

I was sad for a couple of days, things happened, I got sad.  But this time I just let it be and acknowledged that I was sad and that was ok.  Sad is a part of grief.  And today, I feel much better.  I didn't go down the rabbit hole of depression, but just Named it to Tame it.  I even told myself that it was ok to feel sad, instead of pretending I wasn't sad, or beating myself up for feeling sad.  This shit works:)

Who knew that emotions could come and go, like waves on a beach?  Well, a lot of people actually, but not me.  

My friend with multiply myeloma saw her oncologist and got an update.  He said she's doing well enough to come off the drug she's been on for the last eight years, an immunomodulator.  He told her she can give her body a rest for a couple of months and he's given her a few more years, based on how she's doing.  Happy news, but of course I cried when she told me in the middle of the greenhouse.  He also has no idea what's causing her dizziness, but the GI problems are likely linked to the drug.  She feels better already.

Katie meets with the person who will assess her to see if she's competent (Katie, not the woman), tomorrow morning.  This is for the trusteeship.  I'm going too.  Should be interesting.  My ex husband is sulking because he wasn't consulted on something that he forgot to fill in on the trusteeship forms.  Oh well.

My husband is making me two new planters which should last for the next twenty years.  They are solid and I can't wait to plant some flowers in them.  It's hot as hell here but is supposed to cool down on the weekend.

Life goes on.