Yesterday was a good day!

Once a month my two girl-friends ( who are sisters) from Baltimore come up to visit me in PA. They have always been my biggest supporters.  We wound up going to a really cool gardening shop, as usual, I bought stuff I didn't need, just wanted.  We are planning a girlz trip to Lancaster and The Amish country in a few weeks.  I can't wait.  I have bought some of their homemade preserves and baked goods and they were yummy.  A boy about 6 took my cash and made change.  I admire at how strongly they adhere to their faith. 

Tina has chilled out, thank the heavens.  I know how fragile she is, but yet strong at the same time. I run from drama and chaos.  I lived too much of it in my younger years. No desire to continue it as I grow older. 

The dog has her nose on my knee and it is twitching which means she has to pee.  I am quite the site walking her.  I am constantly staring at her butt to see if she is ready to "go poopy".  When I am impatient I tell her "Go poopy now dammit"...Than I put myself in her paws and wonder how I would like it if I was on the commode and someone is barking "Go poopy now".  So this dog, Harley has taught me patience, love and how to be silly.  Since I lost Auggie I never thought I would find that again.  Have a great day and by golly, go poopy when YOU feel like it.  Peace!

Strange Days

I haven't been writing that much do to some insanity at my home.  My sis in law lost her doctor.  Chaos ensued as she went into full blown withdrawal.  She got taken out by ambulance and signed her self out.  She went totally ape shit.  She attacked her son with a piece of broken glass.  I hate calling 911 but I did.  Today she went to her primary care doctor and they got her straight on a better med regimen.  Than she got mad at my son because he told her that no one should be that dependent on medication.  His timing sucked, but Jay has lived through addiction and he is a total  health nut.  He also brought up her late husband which was not right, but they were having a text war.  A 52 year old woman and a 22 year old boy.  I did what I do best.  The dog and I went in my room and shut the door. 

I love Tina dearly.  I personally am not the poster child for perfect mental health, so I am not one to judge.  It goes beyond the medicine with her.  She really does need to see a counselor. 

I just did my therapy.  Planted more flowers in my garden and played in the dirt.  It works for me.  I will be writing more regular again.  Sometimes the damn real world just interferes.  Peace!