So, How It Is.

I haven’t posted in quite a while because I haven’t done any work on the house, what with practically breaking my foot off and all.  Not sure if I already mentioned it, but turns out I hurt that left shoulder pretty badly too, and it’s still bugging me.  Getting better though, and I know it will heal perfectly fine!  I do believe in “thinking” our bodies into health, along with doing all the regular stuff.  I’m following the physical and occupational therapists’ recommendations and instructions, taking super-duper pain pills, and taking it easy, but I’m also thinking about the future I am reaching for.  I’m thinking about the present that I want to live.  I’m doing my best to accept what happened and keep staying positive.

Seriously. Don’t take chances that could damage your body.  Get help.  Use the right tools the right way.  Follow safety instructions.  I screwed up my plans – and to a small and non-permanent way my life – by thinking that the warning on the ladder not to stand on the very top wasn’t for me….I’m pretty smart and capable, all that stuff, but also, I’m indestructible.   Hah!

I’m still living in a very Tiny trailer, less square footage than Oliver’s Nest will have.   After my Oliver died, the place seemed a little big and empty to me, but time is passing and I’m OK and glad he was in my life.  Only real animal people get that, and everyone else just chalks it up to me being crazy.  That’s cool!

One last thing I want to mention so I don’t ever forget ~ an old boyfriend of mine, from years ago, came over and wrapped Oliver’s Nest up for the winter for  me, unasked.  How kind is that?   Like a big, half-finished Christmas present, really.

Cheers!

To My Most Beloved Oliver.

This isn’t a post about my house.  Anyone reading this who is interested in building Tiny Homes should give my blog a pass today.

 

 

My little tiny black friend, with his soft yellow eyes and perfect van-dyke beard, he who always walked on tiptoe with his tail in a happy curl;  he who would get my goat by purposely banging on doors or knocking things off counters if he felt ignored;  he who never, ever turned away from me even when I was so low no one else could reach me, passed away yesterday after several weeks of declining health.

I’ll keep on working on your namesake, sweetheart, which will keep me active and take my mind off of missing you.  I love you.

 

He loved angel food cake too.

He loved angel food cake too.

I can almost make out his little beard here.

I can just make out his little beard here.  Wow, the place is a mess!

My constant companion.

My constant companion.

Oliver's Nest complete with an Oliver.

Oliver’s Nest complete with an Oliver.

Oliver supervising  my build.

Oliver supervising my build.

Oliver sleeping on a pile of stuff in the storage unit.

Oliver sleeping on a pile of my sketching stuff.

Snuggling with me a week ago.

Snuggling with me a week ago.

Oliver helping me clean my truck.

Oliver helping me clean my truck.

A bag of clean clothes, for me?

A bag of clean clothes, for me?