Ancient History

This past week I have been laid up with some post-radiation gut issues, so these two have been missing the beach. 

Friends, three days of only this had me pretty darn...hangry.

But today I have moved on to solid sustenance....Thank You God.  

So this morning, on shaky legs,  the dogs and I ventured down to the beach again....and came upon these cairns.  This last hitch in my colon has had me reflecting a lot on my gut altering, cancer killing radiation of 2014..questioning whether I really needed to do it, and thinking how much better I would feel today (assuming I had survived, of course) if I hadn't done the radiation part of my protocol.  Friends, this is a trap I fall in sometimes.  I know I fought my cancer with the best possible resources available at the time I had cancer.  These trailmarkers reminded me to look to the future...and stop questioning ancient history.

The House Report

Friends, I have been up North for two weeks now, watching the construction....

Evidently there is a shortage of drywallers on the peninsula...which is slowing everything down.  Luckily we have this guy working hard!  Those stilts are impressive.

They are starting to trim the inside....I love this flat paneled look for a cottage!

I continue to obsess over the exterior lights....

I think they are too small for the front door, so the search continues.  Any ideas?

I am thinking of changing the marble flooring in this shower to petoskey stones....I am a contractor's dream...

 My mom always used to say, "Patience is a virtue"....it is my new mantra.

Good Dog. Stay

Earlier this week, at 4 AM, I got a text from a friend who lives just up the beach.  She needed help getting Lego into the truck. It was time.

So, Friends, of course I went with her to the vet's office  because no one should be alone when they send their faithful friend to the Happy Hunting Ground.

Years ago I had held  our Scout as she drew her last breath.   Completely undone, I remember leaving the examining room to find my friend Beth waiting outside the door, baby on her hip, plate of brownies in her hand.  She knew...

Anna Quindlen also knew.  This, like all of her books, is a delight to read.   I want to meet Anna Quindlen.    I know we would be friends.