Running. On Thanksgiving I was registered to run the local Turkey Trot. I passed on it. My heart said to save my energy for my move. Yes, I completed my move on Thanksgiving day. (I still have some stuff to grab to go into storage....and my piano, but for the most part I am moved.) I do not regret my decision at all. However, I do feel bad that I missed my running buddy, Paula's wonderful run, where she set a personal record!!! Go Paula!
I had grand plans to start running this weekend. I am delaying that a bit though. You see, the move has been rough on my body. My back is so tender and 'sore' from moving (I guess). My right knee, the most arthritic ridden knee is really giving me some grief. (Steps are rough on bad knees and all of my storage stuff went into a second story storage place and I moved into a basement....so steps all around!) Maybe tomorrow I will run! I at least know with the knee that I'm not doing any more damage to it... :-)
So I'm still here. I'm still emotional. I have not wavered on my feelings about what needs to be done in terms of my marriage, but it is so difficult to face the 'failure' of my marriage. It is also incredibly difficult to stop 'worrying' about my husband. I have spent the last 16 years since we have been together taking care of him...it's just part of who I've become and it's difficult to stop those tendencies. So I found myself finding something online that he needed to see and I had to fight the urge to text him to take care of it for him. He's a big boy and he needs to stand on his own two feet.
Meanwhile, my cats are doing very well.
Lucy, my old girl (she is my calico and is my 17 year old cancer survivor) immediately left her cage when I arrived, walked around and found a safe corner and she promptly fell asleep! She is sleeping and has discovered that she loves sleeping on an afghan of my mothers (my mom was going to take it upstairs, but I think it's staying down here now) that is sitting on the ottoman.
Ethel spent some time sleeping the first day. She is 14 years old and like Lucy has been through some moves before so she handled it with grace and style....ok she slept the first day away too. But now she is up around and investigating everything and meowing at the door to get to the main part of the house (until my girls are acclimated with my parents cat, there will have to be a separation of cats). She woke me up in the middle of the night a few times last night to meow and 'talk to me' loudly. When I tried to go back to sleep she would paw my face to get my attention. She had a lot to say!
Mertz is the amazing transformation. The first day my skittish little girl (she's 5 years old) went off into the laundry room and hid. I saw her once as she ventured out, covered with cobwebs. I petted her and she ran back to her hidey hole. That was ok . That is what she needed to do for her personal adjustment, she was safe and that's all I cared about. However, when she was ready to venture out, my lone ranger cat who is anything BUT a lap cat....a cat that prefers to be alone and not lay with you or be petted has been by my side constantly. She has laid with me, slept with me and if I try to pet Lucy or Ethel she gallops over in order to get some of the attention. Night and day different!!!! It's the most amazing thing to see! Luckily for me, (and my niece and nephews who want to see her play) she is still playing the piano! She has serenaded my parents and myself many times!So my small 'family' is adjusting. Lets see where this new life takes us. Thinner and healthier if I have anything to say about it!
