Updating…

Hello, Dear Readers! Yes, I’ve missed posting. I know my posting schedule has been terrible. We’ve been busy preparing to move our adult child and our furry grandbaby to Oregon to live near their boyfriend. He arrives tonight, and then tomorrow is a rest day. After that, our child hired movers to load the U-Haul truck that Jay will drive to Oregon for them, as both Shiloh and their boyfriend are worried about driving it over the mountains and through any bad weather they might run into. Tristan and I will hold down the fort, so to speak, while Jay is gone. I should be excited to have some alone time with Tristan, but I’m so used to our retired life and always being together, I’m a little bit sad! They are flying Jay home the day after they arrive. It’s only a couple of days, and all will be well, of course. Here is our child and their kitty, Cinnamon, who is also moving with them:

In addition, Jay has been looking for a part-time job to help us pay off some debt. Between medical bills and many RV repairs, we are in a bit of a bind. We started this RV life with no debt at all and over $12,000 in savings. The savings were used on RV repairs and a few medical bills, and we still ran up some debt. That makes it hard to travel where you’d like to, so we want to pay that WAY down before we start up again. However, it only takes time and focus to get things taken care of. Hopefully, someone will see the value in hiring my sixty-six-year-old hubby, and we can move things a bit more quickly. Unfortunately, I’m not able to take on a job due to health issues, or I’d be out there, too.

As you know, we lost our precious dog, Sophie, only a few weeks ago. We miss her terribly. She was one of those dogs that is full of joy every day. Tristan misses her, too, and seems down in the dumps. He is almost thirteen, which is getting up there for a large dog. The average is ten to fourteen years, more often on the lower end. He’s been exhibiting some issues with his spine and back legs, for which he takes medication to help keep him out of pain. And there is some doggie dementia happening. Since losing Sophie, I’m worried about him. I don’t think I could take losing him so soon after her. We’ve had him since he was a year old. He’s a rescue, and we adopted him and another, older dog, Tyler, all those years ago. Tyler was our Gentle Ben, a sweet, cuddly, loving dog who would sit and let children and women pet him for hours if they wanted to. He was afraid of men, though. His previous owner, a woman, gave him up after she got a boyfriend. We think that man may have been mean or abused him. But he loved Jay, and our neighbors at the time were all very sweet and gentle with him, so he wouldn’t be afraid of them. If not for that fear, he would have been a fabulous therapy dog. Tristan has always been a protector and very playful. He loved to chase a ball, but not so much anymore. You may have realized by now that our lives have been full of dogs and cats. I grew up with many cats, usually four or five, as my mother loved them. And we often had dogs, too. This household is full of animal lovers. Here is a photo of Tristan I took a couple of days ago:

He loves to hang his head off any place he is lying.

I know I promised another published story, and I’ll get to that while everyone is driving to Oregon. Please be patient. Life doesn’t always go the way we wish. In the meantime, Dear Readers, may you have peace and happiness in your life, and I will be back soon!