Kind of a full slate this holiday weekend. Kathleen is still recovering from her pissed off pancreas and that means periods of nausea and vomiting, chills, no appetite and then normality for a bit… Then back to the awefulness and then out again… etc etc. ad nauseam… The gravol kept things mostly at bay which is good, but still a little disconcerting that we had to resort to it 3 times a day, not to mention it makes her pretty tired and dopey. But, better that than throwing up.
Emotionally, holidays can be hard. To be frank, our minds both wander to the place where you think, will this be our last Canada Day together ? We really wanted to go see the fireworks, but the pancreas thought otherwise. Still, you reach for those small moments of normality where you forget for just a brief moment that you are in that bubble and those can be very nice indeed. Today for example, we went upto the Conostogo river with Orville in the morning. Not our normal long walks together, but that was ok, we try to appreciate what we have. We spent the time throwing the stick for him in the river which he quite enjoyed. Then we went up to Elora for some ice cream and then home for a BBQ. It was one of those blue, blue sky days with bleach white Simpson’s puffy clouds. As you can see from the picture, our cat Betty, has a seat to herself– and yes, she is cutting Betty’s chicken for her Ending on a happier note, but still kind of a hard weekend. Sometimes its just not easy to shake things off.
Throwing sticks and drinking a coffee with Kathleen and her Non-Registered Nurse, Orville