As I was scrounging through my memory banks for a title, this old blog occurred to me - “The Perils of Divorced Pauline”, which was a valuable source of camaraderie/support for me Back In The Day. (Had to go look it up, archives still available online)
Perhaps I’m too melodramatic myself but I neglect my yoga & other self-care these days at my own peril - I’ve been crippling around like the Tin Woman, but finally limped upstairs last night to do a couple of easy yin routines. I could feel my spine glowing in gratitude, don’t know how else to describe it? Now this AM I’m a little sore, the aftereffects of a couple of weeks not doing my normal bends n’ stretches, but it’s all good. Slept fairly decent also, a solid “B”, even though I’m still training Busy Izzy to be a good bedbug. Several times nightly she migrates up & down - perhaps nibbling on my ear, or taking a good hearty sniff of my rump when she squirms all the way down my body! Eventually she’ll figure out where her place is - it doesn’t have to be my R hip or shoulder, where dear Buddy-dog would snuggle, and then Clarice can return to HER customary position at my L shoulder (for now, she’s exasperated with the puppy & sleeps on the big dog bed on the floor).
But this weekend, Clarice will have me all to herself - I’m not taking the puppy camping until she is leash-trained. Got the trailer hitched & loaded - all I’ve got to do is load the chosen pony (haven’t decided which one, need to trot Scarlett out later!) after work today. It’s not ideal but at least I’ll get one full day back in the piney woods mañana.
I also got an update from Dr. M - her husband’s surgery is not scheduled till October 25, so there goes the rest of my ride season. (I almost titled this “Another whimper” as in “not with a bang but a whimper “) I didn't get a chance to post - during the hullaballoo of SP shutting down, ride manager for Ozark Trail made an abrupt decision to cancel, so it's just as well anyway that I won't be fretting over that non-event. It will be exceedingly difficult from here on out to get away for all but the closest rides until I have Dr. Major’s help on Fridays again and let’s face it - that may never happen, hinging on her own as well as her husband's health. All veterinary resources are stretched razor-thin (like my nerves, ha ha) these days, and it is next-to-impossible to find help. I put word out to the relief agency months ago in anticipation of Ozark Trail, but everyone is all booked up.