Dwain and I are getting used to our new yard and have enjoyed the time to do so. I don't think Lucy has adjusted as well. She had a couple of accidents and she is not eating as usual. Don't get me wrong, she is eating well, just a different pattern. This may also be attributed to her getting older. Who knows? Just like raising kids, we will wait and see how it sorts out. :D
I've had good visits with friends this week. To see my family and friends is what draws me to the Oregon Coast. Of course the Pacific Ocean is no slouch. Lucy and I walked on the beach today. I picked up a grocery bag of garbage. I walked to far. I was exhausted by the time we returned home. I had lunch and took an hour nap. When I woke, I felt like crap. The Fibromyalgia pain in my legs was miserable. I spent most of the afternoon in my chair.
I fixed dinner and it tasted like terrible. I hate it when I spend time on a meal and it doesn't taste good. I've never been a good cook. I told Dwain I will never make spaghetti again. He will need to make it. To stand on my feet when my legs and hips hurt more than usual and think I'm making a nice meal, then to fail is not acceptable to me. I don't like spaghetti but I still try to make a good sauce because I know Dwain loves it. I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
My heart is breaking for one of my blogging friends. Her Mom is in the hospital and not expected to live much longer. Reading her posts reminds me of when my parents passed. It was a tough time. I expected to enjoy blogging and to be on Facebook, I expected to enjoy getting to know others and to share mutual issues. Since beginning to blog and post on Facebook, I have lost one to suicide and now going through another's Mom's death. In each case they live in another state. It feels like I can't help enough because they are to far away. I can only be verbally supportive and when their Mom is dying, it doesn't feel like enough to me.