All that stands between me and vacation is the next 3 & ½ hours *hugegrin*….I cannot wait. Sleeping in, hanging out, watching movies, hiking, going out to eat several times prolly, playing with the dog-these are our plans in no particular order.
I feel less stressed this week. I’ve been walking the dog every day after work, which is not only good for my RA, but really seems to help the tension as well. I’ve also been managing to fit into each evening some quiet time for relaxing, reflecting and focusing, though I haven’t really done any hardcore meditational work or imramma. I am having a small flare right now-yesterday & today I’ve felt very flu-y, and my hips & my left elbow are killing me.
Bishop decided to chew on the family room cable remote this week, and the one end is completely gnawed up. It’s the first thing EVER that he’s destroyed, and he’s a year old this week. I think that’s a pretty good track record, though I wonder how much Time Warner will charge us for the remote when we return it. It’s our own fault, I suppose-we will sometimes gate him in the family room aka “puppy jail” when we want him to be out but can’t really supervise him. The family room is pretty basic, it’s more or less his room, there’s really nothing he can get into, and all his toys are in there. He must have seen the remote, though, on the table, and decided to give it a taste. We don’t usually let him into our living room unless we’re right there with him as there’s just too many things he can get into in there, and I know Craig is scared he’ll jump on the TV or knock it over. He has the run of the place otherwise.
The people that live one house down from us finally sold their house and have moved out. We didn’t really know them that well other than to say hi, but Bishop used to play with their dog, Unckis, and they seemed like good folks. The new family that bought the house just moved in this week, and they don’t seem very friendly. I’ve been waving and saying hello when I see them in the yard, or when I walk by with the dog, and they don’t really acknowledge me in any kind of way. It’s a little strange, seriously. They’re from Florida, which surprises me-usually it’s the other way around, people from NY moving to Florida to escape the nasty winters here. Apparently the wife made a comment to one of our other neighbors that she’s been freezing since she got here, and it’s actually been pretty pleasant, in the 70’s. I think these new people have a big surprise coming to them once the snow starts to fly. Our next-door neighbor met them briefly-he went over and introduced himself-and he gave us the lowdown the other day. The couple is about our age, in their thirties, and they have a small boy, 4 or 5 years old maybe. The wife’s brother lives with them, he’s in his early twenties, maybe younger. While the husband was friendly, the wife was very standoffish. I’m disappointed as I was not only hoping for no kids, but was also hoping for a cool couple that we could all hang with. Craig and I have become fast friends with our next door neighbors (a childfree married couple) on the one side, and pretty good acquaintances with the single woman that lives to the other side of us. I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens.