Thoughts for May 2019

The year just keeps on rolling.  We’re already over 1/3 of the way through 2019 and I’m still trying to lose the weight from Christmas.
As far as April’s go, this had to be one of the coolest, wettest and sunless months I can recall.  May hasn’t started out much better, but there was some nice weather this weekend, so maybe, just maybe summer is on its way and stuff will start growing (other than weeds).  Brian said he finally saw some dandelions on the 1st of May.  I’m still looking, but according to Brian, he saw his first dandelions last year on April 8th.  That’s over 3-weeks later this year than last.  I guess even dandelions need sunlight to grow.
We’re still trying to get to the gardens, but we have been so busy – especially on weekends, that they’re still begging for any kind of attention.  Maybe this weekend if the weather permits, we’ll get in there and get a few things done.
We’re still planning our summer getaways, home projects, what to plant, what to move, what to get rid of in the garage.  Around here there’s always more than enough to do.
As you’ll hear in “Brian’s Corner” at the bottom of this page, our old cat who we refer to as Buttercup on the Internet, went to heaven last week.  It was a tough couple of days for myself and Brian, but the younger cat – Buddie is devastated.  He misses the old guy so very much.
We all suffer loss and we all grieve as only each of us can.  We’ve all heard and read about the 5-stages of grief and loss.  They are,  Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.  Many of us can get stuck somewhere between Denial and Acceptance, and sometimes on more than one at the same time.  People use drugs and alcohol to try and mask these feelings, but – at the end of the day, the only way you will ever be accepting of whatever caused the grief in the first place is by feeling and living through the five stages.  I don’t know how it can be avoided
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Lastly a great big shout out to all those mothers out there! Yahoo and a happy Mother’s Day to each and every one of you.

Namaste,
Karen Egoff