Monthly Archives: July 2016

Somedays 

Somedays I wonder what in the world? 

I’m tired . . .  now I have to pack up and move on top of everything else?

Today life just kinda sucks. 

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Speechless

I hardly know what to say. I talked to the director of the Aina Muceniece Foundation in Latvia this morning. It looks like something will work out so that I can continue my treatments. I’ll have to fill you all in on the details as it unfolds but . . . for now all I can do is sit here trying to take in all the kindness that has surrounded everything to do this treatment. 

When I contemplate the conventional treatments of chemo and radiation it feels like a black violating cloud of death and sadness surrounds it and when I have anything to do with Rigvir it feels the exact opposite, bright and kind and life affirming. 

  

Building Fence

Finally back to something I know: fences. We’ve spent a busy week building this nice fence for some nice folks. 

  
My cowboy (even in that awful hat) still looks good fencing. You know that song: “she thinks my tractor’s sexy”? Well I think that about his fencing. He always does such a nice job. 

  
The gate caused a difference of opinion (not unusual between us) so I left that up to him to finish on his own Saturday morning and stayed home to do girl stuff  
It was just nice to spend the week outside (even in the hot or rainy days) under the big prairie sky close to our horses.  

Pretty Much

Found this article I cut out of a newspaper about five years ago. Pretty much explains what my life used to be like. Miss that life an awful lot.