The dogaroonie is nearly eight months old, and I can't tell you how much we love her. From the funny good morning wiggles, a silly dance of paw-paw-butt shake-butt shake-head nod/snort, to the dragging around of the blankie, to the scramble to get a toy when asked "Harlow where's your wubba?".
She's got "sit" down, and we're working on "down". We've got "stay", kinda. And "kennel" is coming along. "Come", the most important of all dog tricks, isn't exactly an accomplishment yet.
So it's been what, three weeks since my last post. Yikes. I've had a lot going on. Given the staffing changes at my job, and committments I signed up for before the staffing changes, the workweek has been a daily triage of "what must absolutely get done today".
Those weeks have been followed, respectively, by a roadtrip/ houseguests (wonderful, wonderful houseguests!)/ party at our house one weekend, then a roadtrip/ football game/ grandma day/ roadtrip then a one day trip back to Missoula for a funeral.
Yeah. That last one? The one today? That was awful.
But it put things into perspective a bit for me. I drove over and back with two dear friends and sorority sisters of mine. We spent six hours in the car gossiping, eating chocolate covered cinnamon bears, discussing everything from marriages, having babies (and the medical options to do so), mutual friends, personal tragedies and the ovewhelming tragedy before us.
And then I came hope, on a rainy evening in September, to a husband in the garage making home brew, a furry golden retriever who wants nothing more than to cuddle with me, and, well, a life that I really do love. And am grateful for.
I need to spend a little more of my emotional energy finding things to be grateful for. The last three years seem to have been bogged down in work, family, personal and other obligations. I want to work, this fall, on being grateful for those committments. For people and organizations that find my role in them so valuable that they keep asking me to keep coming back.