Realism sometimes is such a downer! You know what I am saying, when you look in the mirror and see that you are older, when you begin to walk sideways down the stairs in the morning, and you forget what you were doing when you leave a room. You just stand there looking around.
Realism knocked me in the ass this weekend. I tried to keep it at arms length but no such go, stupid thing! As I sit here on my deck, with my third leg beside me and a realization that this is how it is at times. I have finally come to grips that I will finally pick out my wheelchair for bad days. Those are the days I cannot really walk but want to do things. Instead of putting all my energy into walking, I can then just enjoy. I can still go for walks with Mr. Jones, though both of us had a visual of the pup running down the hill crazily and me yelling, rolling down with her, but the humour lightened the mood.
This is what real life is, no glitz, no glamour just raw moments, built up into great ones that do make us smile and laugh.
So instead of me diving into all this junk, that’s it today. I have decided I am going to live life though my pups interpretations.
They missed a very important one, if I don’t like it, pee on it. Not sure what my neighbors would think but oh well.
The dream job, yes please! I am thinking we could go into a puppery baconery.
The queen and I were discussing some homemade treats, not sure yet if she is contributing to the baking or just the eating. I believe she is contemplating that question.
Happy Sunday, and if realism is kicking you down today, just pee on it and keep moving forward.
As always, love from the third peg legged Woman in Process
P.S when I do hit the store for my wheels, I’m thinking the first question is, how to do wheelies?