Sore, Achy and and Feeling Pretty Good in Muddling Through As Best I Can

So, my decision to have a do nothing weekend didn’t pan out, but that’s okay. I got a call from my foster daughter Kelly telling me a tree was about to fall down at my place, and that she was worried it would fall on the cars or house. I ended up cutting down not one, but two problem trees, cutting them up, and stacking wood all day. Both trees were large, so I bought a new chainsaw and went to work. I just didn’t realize how long it’s been since I actually performed good physical labor. Ouch. But my yard looks much better for my efforts, so I’m happy with it.
I came home back to my son’s house, and found my youngest grandson Micah there. He and his mom were in an accident on the freeway, and she needed to be able to rest, which is something hard to come by with a three year old, so he is spending a day or two with Grandpa.
Rebekah is upset that her car is a total loss, but everyone was insured so it’s a temporary setback. I’m just glad that she and Micah were only shaken and not seriously hurt. I could tell that he was still upset. He was very quiet and clingy to me, and not playing with his cousins like usual. He came to my room and wanted to sleep with Grandpa, so that’s what we did.
The last year has been the hardest I’ve ever had emotionally. We’re coming up on Raina’s first birthday this week, which means we’re only five weeks away from one year since her parents were killed.
I’ve discovered something though. Every time I feel like giving up and just throwing in the towel, I have all these little reasons to keep going, running around my feet and asking for candy and toys.
My eldest granddaughter is living locally again (Kelly’s daughter Isabell)
after four years in California and Mexico, so all my kids and grandkids are once again close. Isabell has asked me to take her to a father/daughter dance this month, and you wouldn’t believe how stoked I am at the prospect.
It was a good weekend with a couple of bumps in the road, but they were bumps we got over with ease. I spent time with both boys, Kelly, Jill and all my grandchildren, and now I feel charged up enough to tackle the week.