Tuesday, December 30, 2008
It has been quite awhile since I've written anything of consequence. It is, in part, because I never caught the Christmas spirit this year, at least not the decorate your house, wrap presents, send cards, etc variety.
This year I've lamented the necessity for those distractions and spent a lot of time thinking about the story behind it all. However, you must not think that the thinking yield profound thoughts or that the thinkin makes me particularly holy. In some ways it was simply the most obvious place to put my reflections since I did not care to participate in the standard Christmas celebrations.
Some of you may recall that we have/had a greyhound named Willow. She has not been particularly active since shortly after I started this blog and I am not sure if any photos of her were ever posted here.
On Saturday before Christmas we took her to the vet for boarding. However, Hubby and I both had it in the back of our minds that maybe we would have her put to rest instead of boarding her. In the last 6 mos to a year, she has become very expensive and has failed increasingly. And, unfortunately, we did not have the financial or other resources to care for her.
We talked with Kevin, our vet, and he said something that helped me make up my mind. He said "Willow has been a good dog for you for nearly 13 years (she was 13.5) and you should not keep her so long that you hate her." The constant cleaning I had to do for Willow (she was in renal failure) was rapidly destroying my feeling towards her.
So we put her to sleep that day.
On Monday before Christmas, we drove down to my parents and spent the past week with them. We enjoyed ourselves tremendously. We spent most of our time relaxing.
On Christmas Day we visited my brother's house and spent Christmas with his family. It was a nice slow Mxxxxxxx kind of day.
One of my main accomplishments over break was finishing Emma by Jane Austen and getting more than half way through Hard Times by Charles Dickens. In addition, I took tons of photos.
One afternoon, I took what I call a photo drive with my Mom and Dad. While Mom and I were wandering around a cemetery, I explained to Mom that I can lose myself in photography. It is very true. On that particular day my hands were swollen and sore and my hip was bothering me but when I was wandering around with my camera, I can forget it all.
As I begin to catch up after the first of the new year, I will share some of the photos.
I leave you with these of the girls sledding.
With Love, Melissa