Wednesday, July 04, 2012
The Days of This New Life
My days are settling into a bit of a routine, but I'm not totally comfortable yet. I'm still getting up early (6ish), but I don't want to wake the dogs (who sleep in kennels in another room) yet, so I tiptoe around, make coffee, sit down at the computer to read the latest whatever, and let them out for their breakfast about 7ish. Sometimes we walk the 1/2 mile trail before I feed, sometimes after. But we take a walk early---good for everyone's digestion! We usually take four or five of these walks a day.
I eat bf myself around the same time they do and about 9ish, I go down to the paddock and lead the horses into the pasture of the day. They're all interconnected, so that's just a matter of opening and closing gates. But they're so eager to get into the grassy pasture that they're a little pushy. It's no problem, though, as my old horse-skills seem to be coming back: show no fear, show you're the boss, etc., with words and tone of voice and posture, basically.
Not having a newspaper to read, except online, has changed that major morning habit for me; I'm debating going into town to the library every day to read the news, but I may find I don't need to do that. The new habit may serve me well. But in my new home, I intend to subscribe to every newspaper I can: Oregonian, Astorian, Seaside Sun/Spotlight, maybe even the NYTimes Sunday edition.
Today I have to call my elderly aunt, who fell recently in her yard and lay there behind the rhodies for 3 hours before anyone found her. She is in rehab again (last time was for a broken right shoulder, this time a broken left arm). She's 89 and insists on living in her big house all alone; I hope she is persuaded to live with my cousin Peter or in assisted living somewhere after this. My sister Jean and I have each been calling her once a month and we got alarmed when we could only reach her answering machine.
I also plan to go visit a woman in the congregation who had bigtime heart surgery two months ago and who just got home from hospital/rehab. I felt bad about not seeing her while she was recuperating but there just wasn't an opportunity, so I feel like I need to make up for that, even though it's past my retirement date.
Friday I'll be going to Astoria to pick up my keys and drop some stuff off at the house, then heading to White Salmon to do the wedding and to reconnect briefly with some of the Athena pals, since I'll be staying at Judy's house in WS. That will be a fun weekend, I think.
It's a quiet Fourth of July here on my hilltop. Only a few firecracker booms, but it made the dogs a bit nervous. I'm going to make sure they're indoors when I take off for the barbecue I've been invited to. Roxy's the nervous one, but her fear seems to alert the others.
Today's the first day I've actually sat down to read recreationally! I went to the library yesterday and picked up some (hopefully) trashy novels---I'm so tired of reading serious stuff and thinking about how I can write a sermon on the topic.
I wonder if anyone has ever written a sermon based on murder mystery novels? That would be right up my alley right now.
Posted by Lilylou at 2:30 PM