A Life Of Its Own

Life has a way of writing its own story. I left here thinking everything was taken care of and before I had really set foot in Colorado, had to find someone else to watch Chauncey, so today I had to drive down and pick him up. A little more hair, but otherwise the same happy go lucky little dog I left over two weeks ago. Thank goodness for family and their big hearts.

I went grocery shopping on the way home since all that was left in my cupboards and fridge was some cheese, orange juice and applesauce. Loving the fact that I lost five pounds painlessly, I tried to choose foods that I have eaten the last two weeks. The idea is that if I can continue to eat similarly, I might continue to lose weight like that!

Then we were home and I began the walk the dog routine once more, but with high hopes that I can extend it a bit to add to the exercise routine.

Tomorrow is the start of a long weekend at the airport as our museum puts on its annual fund raiser, but as soon as that ends I have two chairs to assemble for the kitchen table and my couch arrives Monday sometime. Home is taking on depth and weight and I am glad to be here for more reasons than I can count.

Right now these simple things are the story of my life. Things could change, in fact, they most certainly will change to some degree, but that is okay. I am learning that rolling with the punches is a pretty good way to live.