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Weekend

What a weekend!

Saturday my husband hiked and washed one of the dogs while I met friends for coffee, hit vintage stores, and picked up groceries. We came home feeling like we had been up partying all night. I think we both enjoyed approximately an hour of relaxation when we were up and at it again on our way to Costco.        

We had a few minutes of down time since we decided to eat dinner before we went to my daughter's house to help her pack. Which was my reminder of why I've lived in the same house for 14 years. I'm lazy!

Along with packing I had to put on my counseling hat to put out a couple of fires. Which brings me to relationships. If you spew negativity from morning to night chances are people will tire of it and move on. Furthermore, sometimes you just compromise in a relationship - one person doesn't have to be right.You need to decide if your pride, ego, and selfishness are more important than the relationship. Also, if you don't fundamentally trust someone, why are you there?

Anyway, we continued the packing / moving on Sunday. I'm happy to say we survived with very few casualties - mainly tired. How pathetic are we? Is this what aging is all about? Although we have daily reminders that we're aging like wrinkles, and for me the gray hair - this weekend just added lack of energy to the list. Here's to aging!

Happy Monday!







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