This past week or so has been a time that I will not soon forget. I wondered why I felt like I had been hit by a truck tonight when 2 week's worth of events came crashing down on me. Two weeks ago I took a flip and broke a rib. I spent the next week healing and preparing for my son's wedding. My son was married last Saturday, I turned one year older on Wednesday, we celebrated Father's Day today and on Wednesday my husband retires from 35 years of civil service. I tell ya, we have kept Hallmark in business the last few days and emotions run high around here.
Along with all the family happenings I have been busy with new clients and familiar ones. I am also going into week 2 of caring for our German Shepherd friend, Helma. Am I tired....yep! Am I sore....oh ya! I think someone told me a rib takes 6 weeks to heal. I believe that.
Tomorrow I head up to the Lanark Animal Shelter to photograph some cats. I do my part trying to help find homes for these poor adult cats that get lost amongst the kittens. I know Johnny is still there and would like to check in on him, too.
When our Sierra isn't waiting on the front porch for the mailman she can often be found bothering the next door neighbour's dog, Toby.
Wishing you a fine Monday..