Sheesh....
A LOT has happened since my last post...My dog died, I turned 50 and celebrated with Beth, more than a friend, more than a sister - who also turned 50 - we took a 9 day road trip and had the best time! Harry and I have moved to a new house - I actually have an office and creative space now - We have two new dogs -
Our Sweet Faced Taffy...Taffy - my yellow lab - was the last gift my father gave me before he passed away. Oh, we loved that dog, for herself silly sweet-face that she was and because she was a connection to him. Loosing her was doubly awful. She was only 11 but while she was here she had a great time, if I went a place she could go - she did - her favorite place was in the back of our truck or sleeping with her head on either my or Harry's feet. We miss her every day...
Not long after she died, I started dreaming about a dog named Stanley - but read on...that's another story!
Celebrating Friendship at 50..
The older I get the more I appreciate my women friends. I think this is true of most of us. Beth has been in my life pretty much ALL of my life. When we were in 3rd grade we were in Girl Scouts together and played "wild horses" on the playground during recess. We discovered boys together, learned to use make-up, discovered Rock n Roll, drooled over Robert Plant, she was there when my kids were born, stood up with me for both marriages and next to me whe
n my father died. When we are together there is a dance that we do without need for thought or discussion, we function together like two halves of one whole and the longer I live the more I Understand what an amazing gift she is in my life. So this year we both turned 50 - our birthdays are 8 days apart, mine July 18 and hers the 26th. I flew to Reno (where she lives and we grew up) on the 17th and we drove from there to the Olympic Peninsula camping all the way. Neither of us wanted to come home and we have decided, should either of us win the lottery, we will need to buy a home "large enough for the tribe" on Whidbey Island - or there-abouts. This is Beth writing wishes in the sand at Whidbey.
Stan & Ollie....
Celebrating Friendship at 50..
The older I get the more I appreciate my women friends. I think this is true of most of us. Beth has been in my life pretty much ALL of my life. When we were in 3rd grade we were in Girl Scouts together and played "wild horses" on the playground during recess. We discovered boys together, learned to use make-up, discovered Rock n Roll, drooled over Robert Plant, she was there when my kids were born, stood up with me for both marriages and next to me whe
n my father died. When we are together there is a dance that we do without need for thought or discussion, we function together like two halves of one whole and the longer I live the more I Understand what an amazing gift she is in my life. So this year we both turned 50 - our birthdays are 8 days apart, mine July 18 and hers the 26th. I flew to Reno (where she lives and we grew up) on the 17th and we drove from there to the Olympic Peninsula camping all the way. Neither of us wanted to come home and we have decided, should either of us win the lottery, we will need to buy a home "large enough for the tribe" on Whidbey Island - or there-abouts. This is Beth writing wishes in the sand at Whidbey.Stan & Ollie....
So not long after Taffy died I started dreaming about a terrier mix - white with 
spots named Stanley - he showed up in my dreams, just hanging out with us and smiling. After awhile I stared watching for him because it became clear to me that he would be in my life. In the meantime, my friend Lori's chocolate lab had pups and she asked if we'd like one...Since Stanley didn't show up before my trip, I kept expecting him to while we were traveling - wondering how in the heck I'd get him home. A week after I returned I experienced this undeniable urge to go to the humane society in Sedona. I had described Stanley so well that Harry - who saw him 1st - recognized him immediately. All I could do is cry!
spots named Stanley - he showed up in my dreams, just hanging out with us and smiling. After awhile I stared watching for him because it became clear to me that he would be in my life. In the meantime, my friend Lori's chocolate lab had pups and she asked if we'd like one...Since Stanley didn't show up before my trip, I kept expecting him to while we were traveling - wondering how in the heck I'd get him home. A week after I returned I experienced this undeniable urge to go to the humane society in Sedona. I had described Stanley so well that Harry - who saw him 1st - recognized him immediately. All I could do is cry!
We had a Stanley so we needed an Ollie and he came home two weeks later. Sometimes I think that Ollie is more Stanley's dog than he is ours - they are inseparable!
oooh - Gray's Anatomy is on! More next time!
until then....Be Joyful!
xo
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