This past week has fallen in the middle.
Somewhere between a sad low and peaceful, playful highs. In the medium category.
This past Monday, my beloved fur baby and Queen of the castle, Ziva, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She had kidney failure of the kind that could not be fixed and I was not going to let her suffer. So, I let her go, sobbed my heart out, and began to fill the hole with pieces of fond memories and the knowledge that she was in a better place. It has been quiet here, as Gibbs doesn’t have the volume of purrs, nor the snores, of dear Ziva. I miss the sounds that used to tell me she was here.
The remainder of the week, thankfully, was filled with gratitude and pleasant surroundings.
Gratitudes for the week included a chiropractic visit; a warming autumn sun; a leisurely bike ride; road tripping with a friend; and colorful autumn days.
I went to see the chiropractor first thing Tuesday morning. I will not be seeing him or the massage therapist for another 5-6 weeks. Due to the Covid numbers in Wisconsin, Natasha and I will be in a self-imposed, stay-at-home mandate into early/mid November. We’re trying to do our part, but also be safe and well. Yes, we got our flu shots!
On Wednesday, the bike and I went out to the Wiouwash Trail for an autumn ride. Even though the days of bike rides are coming to a close, this is my favorite time of year to take in the sight of golden yellow trees, hear the crinkle of leaves on the ground and smell the air.
Natasha and I had a fun and enjoyable road trip on Thursday. The actual goal was to pick up organic chicken from a farmer about 65 miles away, but we made the ride into a fall color run, taking the long way there and home to partake of the beautiful, leafy colors. In Appleton, we most often see varying shades of yellow, so it’s necessary to drive elsewhere to see smidges of red on the landscape. The farm was near the city of Stevens Point, to the west of Appleton. The colors coming in from a Northeast direction were spectacular, eliciting numerous ooh’s and ahh’s along the way. The day was perfect – bright blue skies, temps in the 60’s F, and little wind.
On the way to the farm, we had a few good laughs over the GPS and it’s attempts at “recalculating” when we’d go off the beaten path. I said to Natasha that it would be interesting to have a GPS that yelled at it’s owner, “Where in the h*ll are you going? Get back on the effing route, moron!” (The voice could be in an Irish or Scottish accent for fun effect.) A great Christmas gift, don’t you think?
On the way home, we went through Waupaca, my hometown, and came across several stunning, colorful trees. I was able to give Natasha a little tour, pointing out the summer swimming hole, the family home, where the A&P grocery store formerly stood, and the hospital building that was my grade school. I would have given a more extended tour, but our bladders were asking us to head home so we didn’t have to stop anywhere.
And now it’s Friday as I type this. It’s wonderfully warm and windy outside and I’ll be heading out soon for some fresh air. I am so grateful to be retired and comforted by the days after the loss on Monday. God takes away and then He gives back. I miss Ziva, but also feel very blessed that the one low day mixed with the good days have created an acceptable medium.
Have a wonderful Saturday everyone!
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook or rain drops. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.”