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Post 251

As I write this, I’ve just returned from a sports bar where I watched my OSU Buckeyes lose to their rival for the third year in a row. I was comically the first person there at 11am CST, and I ordered an Irish coffee because it was too early to “start drinking.” 😉

Hubby joined me at halftime, and we were apparently the only OSU fans there. The place had filled up completely by the end of the game because Alabama- Auburn was next up.

I was very thankful that the friend from my hometown I reconnected with at my class reunion lives in Columbus and we texted each other during the game. I used to do that with my mom (calling) before she passed in 2016, then it transferred to my sister after that. That relationship has since ended, so I felt one of my traditions had lapsed until it was resurrected today. Thank you M!

On my way home, I stopped at Wal Mart to pick up a couple needed ingredients for a turkey noodle soup I make every year with leftovers. I thought about not making the soup because it might bring on another wave of sadness, but well, I’ll survive if it does.

I also received a text from Rock 3's husband, who kiddingly rubbed his team’s win in. I love that he did that. Only people who “get you” feel comfortable enough to do that, and it made me feel loved.

Wednesday and Thursday were much more difficult than I thought they would be. Turns out making the dinner a day earlier didn't make much difference. I felt like I was crying constantly. Thursday morning was practically excruciating as an error on somebody's part caused me more extreme distress. I gathered myself together enough to take KK for a walk on my Little Cove Transformer route, where I began listening again to the CS Lewis reading of The Problem of Pain. I can’t tell you enough what a good book (audio) it is.

Hubby and I hiked the Walls of Jericho during the day, which helped me immensely. Having to concentrate on the trail and being in nature is so good for the soul. 7 miles and almost 4 hours later, my feet hurt, but I felt much better.

I know many of you want to know how KK is, as well as wondering if we will have to eat our vet bill. KK is doing great. She’s a stud! I slather peanut butter on her antibiotic pill and put it in her food twice a day. She is 100 percent normal as far as I'm concerned. I love this dog more than any other dog we’ve had, and am very thankful she’s healthy. The neighbors?

Let me put it to you this way. When we were looking for houses in March/April of 2019, we could not believe that there would be, or could be, a very nice house LITERALLY right next door to a run down mobile home or manufactured house. We'd never seen that in any other state we'd lived in. We bought our house on a property basically in this situation. Not ones to judge, we maintained good relationships with these particular neighbors, helping them out in certain circumstances. Let’s just say, sometimes people are where they are because of terrible decision making. Professing to be Christian, when it comes to doing the right thing, “the next best thing” as I wrote about recently, they fail miserably. We may use small claims court to recoup our loss, but have not made a decision. I am very thankful we are at a place where the vet bill has really no impact on us, other than “unfairness.” Mixed.

I’m thankful for all my friends, personally met or not, and family who let us know we are loved and our pain of missing Mo so much, matters. Part of the reason I want to write all this down is to keep track, at least for us, when the pain becomes less raw, and possibly more of sweet memories. 2 years? 5 years? 10 years? I believe it will, but I Can’t Imagine for now when that will be.

This Bible verse reference is written in the “charcoal” under the eyes and across the bridge of the nose of OSU running back, Treyveon Henderson. Thank you for using him in this way, Lord. Truth!