The bedroom is painted except for a bit of touch up on the trim. I don't want to do it till I'm into the trim paint for finishing the bathroom. The bathroom has the 2 coats on the ceiling, all the cutting in on the walls, and 1/2 the first coat on the rest of the walls. Soooo...it's on to the rest of the first coat, and then the second/touch up coat, and the trim, and oh wait... The grandkids are here for a one day visit so that Megan can pickup Brian Robbins and his wife at the airport. I am really looking forward to seeing them. But today is devoted to a little clean up and battening down the hatches. I should still be able to finish the painting before the Seattle trip.
The thing that weighs heavy right now is Abby. I alternate between obsessive worry and distracting myself from the clock ticking on her life. She is partially blind, mostly deaf, and is having a lot of trouble getting up and down because of her arthritis. The latter is the biggest issue in a two story house. It is impossible to untrain a 13 year-old dog who has always slept next to your bed. So she depends on Morgan to carry her up at night. And now she is waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning to go outside. She can manage to get down pretty well most of the time, but if I try to go back to bed she barks. She doesn't want to stay downstairs by herself. A few nights I slept on the couch. Last night Morgan came back down so I could go back to bed. It gets worse every day and I will be leaving in a couple of weeks. So I am thinking of putting her to sleep before I leave. Sam says she pines when I'm gone and with everything going downhill so rapidly I am afraid she will need to be put down while I am away. So end it all a little prematurely for convenience sake? Now you get the guilt, right? I have already had one bad dream over this. I see more in my future.
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