Cora was looking adorably cute the other day, so I thought I would share.
What can be said about 2018? It was an unforgettable year.
I’m incredibly grateful for my friends and family who care about me, but I also had to do some letting go of people who weren’t the friends I thought they were.
I also had the amazing opportunity to go on a monumental several-month road trip of the United States. Despite never having traveled alone for more than a week, I packed up my car and set out entirely alone. I stayed with some friends and family along the way, but the majority of my nights were camping by myself. Not only did I get to see some of the amazing scenery and history this country has to offer, but I also got to prove to myself that I can travel solo and have a great time in my own company.
And last, but certainly not least, I got over 15,000 annual views on this blog. My current figure is 15,098, which is more than 1,000 more views than I received last year. I must be doing something interesting! Thank you to all of you who read.
Without further ado, here’s the recap:
- Paula and I went on a girls’ weekend at Mount Rainier on President’s Day weekend. We went out on snowshoes, drank wine, did puzzles and had a fabulous weekend of girl bonding. It was so much fun!
- My 31 year old horse Biz has been good. My vet decided to go a conservative route last winter and not pull one of his damaged canine teeth, but instead another one broke; it has since healed. He is doing well with his remaining three incisor teeth and a daily painkiller.
- In March, I did my first 15k Hot Chocolate Run in Seattle with Katy and Katie. The weather was cold, but the company was good!
- At the end of March, I had the opportunity to join my friend Lelani, her daughter Laura and Laura’s friend Brenna, on a 6 day road trip down to San Francisco and back. We camped, saw the San Francisco sights, and did some wine tasting in Santa Rosa.
- Paula, Brandon, and Joel and I spent Memorial Day weekend in Walla Walla wine country again. We did some shopping, soaked up the sun at the pool, and relaxed for a few days.
- In June, Oliver went to be with the angels. His cancer had progressed, and it just wasn’t fair for him anymore. I still miss him terribly.
- Taryn, Brandon, Brent and I took a two week trip to London in late June and early July. It was my first overseas trip since 2006, and we did and saw so much!
- I left my job in July to fulfill a dream of mine. I converted my car with a bed and storage, and traveled the United States for four months seeing the sights. Since I was on the road so long, this trip probably deserves slots 8-30 in this review. I learned that I could do it, and had an amazing experience, and hope to be able to do it again at some point. That is such an incredible understatement too.
- I spent a week in September visiting family and going to my cousin’s wedding. It was great to see everybody and catch up on life with my aunts, uncles and cousins.
- My former boss, mentor and friend, Larry, died in mid-December. He played an important role in my life and my career since I met him in 2001, and I will miss him terribly.
I am hopeful that 2019 will reveal itself to be a good year, with new beginnings and continued love from my friends and family. May all your lives be blessed as well.
Tomorrow I’m leaving California for home. I don’t want to, but I have to get back to restart things at home. I have been away almost four months, and in California for over a month. I don’t want to, but it’s time.
I’m not sure how it will feel to be back home. I am excited to see my friends and family. Excited to see my horse and my cat. Excited to see fall in one of the beautiful places in this country.
I feel more ambivalent about the house. It is beautiful, but it is too large for just me, and it is a lot to maintain. My ex-husband wanted a larger house after we married, but I miss the small home I owned when I was single. When we got divorced, it made financial sense to stay in my house, and I wasn’t emotionally in a space to pack everything up and move, but I have been thinking for a while about whether I want those memories there. I know it is time to make new ones.
Leaving California to go home also means leaving someone special to me. A month here has given me one of the things I have been missing most in life – love and affection. I won’t be cryptic – I found someone – or to be more accurate, he found me. I’ll introduce you in another post.
So tomorrow morning I’ll be back in the car for the long drive north. Sigh…
On June 21st, my dear sweet Oliver passed over the Rainbow Bridge. As you know, he had Fibrosarcoma for about 18 months, and had two surgeries to slow its progression. Sadly, these tumors are almost never cured, and his had grown large again…
I brought him home from the shelter in 2005, about six weeks after Zorro died. He was a little over a year old at the time. Full of spunk, and ready to give his older sister Martini a run for her money. He was long and lanky, and much bigger than her, but he never quite had the courage to stand up to her when she laid down the law.
After Martini died, I realized just what a lap cat Oliver had always wanted to be. He proudly took up his spot on my lap during movies and snuggled against my chest at night. He loved sleeping in his puff by my computer. He hated when Coraline bullied him out of his spot, but sometimes she just wanted to cuddle.
Oliver was never much into people food, but loved to chew on things. Paper, the corners of the furniture, the corners of books – there are quite a few items around my house that bear his tiny teeth marks.
He also loved to drink water out of the faucet, and would turn up his nose if the water in his bowl wasn’t fresh enough… He would wait until I stirred in the morning, but once I appeared as if I might be awake, it was a free-for-all to get me out of bed for his breakfast. He got smart in his later years though and wouldn’t leave his perch until it was clear that I was going downstairs, lest he get rudely kicked out of the bedroom so I could snatch another hour…
I hope you are having a good time in heaven, Oliver; you are sorely missed…
Oliver is still here. His tumor keeps growing; I have taken to calling him Quasimodo, because he looks like a hunchback. It is hard to tell in the photo, but it is large and firm. It is more uncomfortable for him now when I give him his fluids, since I imagine the fluids don’t feel good when they stretch out his already stretched skin.
Despite all this, he is purring, eating and still jumping up on the bed, so I guess it isn’t time yet.
This cutie hasn’t gotten much airtime since Oliver has been sick, but she should. Because she is cute, and sweet. And when I need a boost, she is always there, licking my arm…