I cleaned my bathroom today.
That may not be big news at your house, but it is around here. I tend to keep it picked up, slightly swiped regularly, but not what I (or anyone else) would call cleaned.
I had a little laugh at myself when I realized that I am trying to moisturize myself into looking younger.
I have night cream, day cream, extra-emollient cream (it is so good that it will soften my feet), microdermabrasion cream, eye cream, cream to fade age spots, cream to cover up age spots, creams with names that I can't pronounce because they are in another language but someone told me they are creamy and good for aging skin.
I even have one called Precious Cream. I haven't opened it, yet. Because it is precious.
The years that brought the age and the wrinkles that need the creams have also brought great blessings. I noticed a deeper wrinkle yesterday when I looked in the mirror. The great thing is that the mirror was being held by Lily as she put makeup on my face.
I am so thankful for the blessings of the day I had yesterday. I spent special, one-on-one time with two of our grandchildren and talked with and hugged the other three. I had meaningful conversations with two of our children, two of their spouses, my mother, both sisters, a sister-in-law, my mother-in-law, and my husband. I feel a peace that completely passes any understanding I could have had in my youth. I am aware of the perfect, total, and complete love that God has for me.
I am learning to love the skin I am in.
I just want to keep it moisturized.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Our sweet Shiloh took her last look over her domain yesterday.
She had been sick for several months. We gave her steroids, we gave her antibiotics, we fed her hot dogs, we put ice in her water, and we let her sleep in the house every time she wanted to. And yesterday morning she let us know that she had gone as far as she could go. She sat at the top of a ridge looking over the creek, both of us knowing that it was her last look at her territory. She was calm, peaceful, and regal to her very end.
Shiloh was my friend and constant companion. She refused to be trained to walk on a leash or ride in the back of Daryl's truck, but she was with us every minute possible when we were outside. She was a homebody, but her home included about 50 acres. She ran and swam over every bit of those acres during her life and had a life most dogs only dream of. When dogs run in their sleep, most of them are dreaming of adventures. Shiloh was reliving hers.
Last night Daryl dug a grave for Shiloh on the Indian mound next to Scarlett. We raked the dirt over her resting body and then stood there arm in arm remembering her, grateful that she was free from her suffering.
Later, as we laid in bed holding hands, we shared our favorite memories.
We thought of the times she swam upstream in the river, never tiring.
And the time she dove right into a beaver den, just checking it all out.
She had learned to be a friend to cats and a herder of chickens.
We wondered how, with all of her wondering in the woods, she was only bitten by snakes three times.
We could not think of one time in her whole life that she ever showed any real anger.
We wondered if she ever caught even one squirrel. Or if she ever intended to anyway.
Many years ago John and Anna had a collie that had health problems and he had to be put to sleep. His name was Ace and he had not been active for several weeks or months before he died. David, not knowing that Ace had died that day, told us at dinner that he had seen a strange thing while walking around the farm. He had seen Ace running down the road with a white towel tied to his neck like a cape. The only explanation was that David had seen Ace's freed body doing what he had wanted to do in life.
Last night Caleb came out and took the kayaks up the river. When Daryl and I saw him pull the kayaks out of his truck and walk them down the boat ramp, we looked at each other with the same thought. We know that if Shiloh had an opportunity to do what Ace did, she would be running ahead of Caleb, jumping into the water. Reveling in her renewed energy and health. I would like to have seen it again.
We miss you, sweet girl.