Be Thankful

To all our friends and family, Happy Thanksgiving.

We are on a new adventure, as Sage ages, and the other two girls adapt to Sage becoming a bit more frail and less active.

And our own adventures of finding place...

We are thankful for all of you in our lives, to help us as we navigate.

Murphy's Day.

Before the Rains

It rained all weekend in eastern Washington (aka Heaven).  Every weekend before the girls managed to get into the river.  But this weekend, the rivers were moving fast and we decided, exercising caution, to keep them out.  Hard to do with labs.

They were cheerful about it, finding mud puddles to play in and waiting for me to throw tennis balls down the field.

But the weather is changing and I assuaged the girls by saying snow may be coming, soon.  That makes labs happy.

Murphy's Day.

The Special Time

Late Autumn is a special time in eastern Washington.  Especially in November.  The festivals are dormant for awhile in Leavenworth, you was to slight dustings of snow on the Cascades, the Aspen leaves are golden, the sun low.

We enjoyed a quiet weekend.  The minute we arrived Willa did a mad dog, running up side hills, back down, around the house, then around Annie Oakley.  Sage sniffed everything.  And Annie cautiously made sure the hunters were gone...

It is a special time with the three girls.

Murphy's Day.

On Finding Things From My Mother

We spent the weekend in Seattle.

And part of the weekend was the ongoing process of going through things.

One thing I found was a "birthday book" that my mother kept.  She listed Murphy's birthday and the day Murphy died.  And Sage.

I saw that she listed people we both loved and the days they were born and sometimes, as they grew older, the day they died.

So I looked.  And she had her own birthday.  And with a very heavy heart, I put in the day she died.  Then I turned to my father's birthday and wrote in the day he died.

And then I put the book on my desk.  It will day there.

I miss those I have lost.

Murphy's Day.