It’s so interesting how life changes, and how things you weren’t sure you’d be capable of doing become your reality because, well, sometimes things just go that way.
My sweet Moonie Pie is adjusting. I give her medicine morning and night. She eats, sleeps, and is mostly normal except for the struggle of getting up and down steps, and standing or walking for long. She’s putting more weight on her damaged leg and she’s not unhappy; she doesn’t stew about it or mourn her disability. I started taking her on short walks, just up and down the block and she wants to go further but I know she’d end up in too much pain, so I keep it short and let her stop and sniff for as long as she wants.
A bigger change in my life is that we’ve moved my dad in with us. I don’t know if this is going to be a permanent situation, but for now it is an adjustment for us, learning to live with each other’s rhythms and idiosyncrasies. I am realizing I’m more rigid, more impatient, and more set in my own ways than I would like to be. I’m learning.
Right now, and very suddenly, my world feels rather small. I know it’s a transient feeling, and things will shake out as they will. I’m trying to consider the opportunities in this and let go of my own selfishness. This is life and I’m here to live it. I won’t let the changes upend me.
I do have images back from the rolls of film I ran through my two new cameras, but it’s been a long day and words will have to suffice tonight.
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Aren’t dogs amazing in how they just keep going despite what has to be considerable discomfort?
Good luck adapting to having your dad around. I feel you — when I moved in with my new wife and her kids I got a facefull of just how rigid I can be.
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Dogs are true existentialists. It’s quite impressive. And, human adaptation isn’t for sissies, that’s for sure. I’m learning a lot. Thanks for your wise words, Jim.