After you've been through a really sad experience, its good to go to the beach -- even if its freezing and spitting some Seattle rain at you.
It eased my heart to watch my kids play on the beach I played on when I was very small.
There's something irresistable about sliding down the middle of a very big fish.
We got in the the car, chilled and shivering, and made the long drive home. Yesterday, we retrieved all of the dogs from the kennel. We are now a four-dog family. One thing I know my brother would have wanted was for his beloved Tasha and Gizmo to be as well cared for as possible, and Lord knows this is the house for it.
They had a traumatic several days, I hope they know how loved they are and that they are safe here.
I'm kinda guessing they do.
They've been snoring on the couch next to me while I typed this out. I worry about Tasha - she is 17 years old and she has tumors which the vet identified as cancer and said had metastasized. She seems energetic and her appetite is good, though, so we will keep her spoiled, comfortable and loved for as long as she remains with us.
Ken would have wanted it that way.
