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We went to the memorial home today to prepare Pebblet for burial. A small bowl to bathe him, and a soft handkerchief for a towel. It only took one quarter of a soft handkerchief to swaddle him, and he is such a tiny, little bundle. We picked a pebbled stone mini keepsake urn for him, but it will be a couple of days before Pebblet can come home, with all the paperwork required for cremation. Our end is done, but the state has to shuffle some first.
We couldn't face cooking lunch afterward, so ate out at a very nice, quiet place, Tokyo Steakhouse in Woodinville. We found it a few months ago when out on a date night. It's much like Benihana's, the chef cooks it flamboyantly in front of you, fresh-fresh and just to your taste. We needed the chuckles provoked by the chef's one-liners. Then, we came home and rearranged some furniture.
My beloved DH gave me the best birthday gift last Monday. I came home to about ten square feet of empty space in my bedroom where his ratty, old chair had been sitting for the last three years. He cried over that chair, but loved me enough to let it go. Today, we managed to move the scanning computer for clearing out the paper clutter into that space. I have a lovely little office in my room, and my hubby now has a lovely work space, uncluttered by my office supplies and papers. So, so proud of us!
Such a volatile roller coaster of emotions and energy levels. I'm determined to focus on exercise and clearing clutter so that I keep myself from sinking into inactivity and depression. It's so hard, though. It provokes guilt to do anything constructive, but it also lightens the burden, knowing I can. I managed to not sink into my favorite escape literature today. I let myself read just a bit last night before sleep, but didn't even open the book this morning, knowing I'd lose the day, if not the week, if I let myself run away.
This evening I think I can relax. We've accomplished much and have more on our plates tomorrow, but today is enough. I'll go do 15 minutes of paper sorting to clear my bed of the random stuff it accumulated in today's rearranging. Eat, read a little and sleep. A good day, really.
We couldn't face cooking lunch afterward, so ate out at a very nice, quiet place, Tokyo Steakhouse in Woodinville. We found it a few months ago when out on a date night. It's much like Benihana's, the chef cooks it flamboyantly in front of you, fresh-fresh and just to your taste. We needed the chuckles provoked by the chef's one-liners. Then, we came home and rearranged some furniture.
My beloved DH gave me the best birthday gift last Monday. I came home to about ten square feet of empty space in my bedroom where his ratty, old chair had been sitting for the last three years. He cried over that chair, but loved me enough to let it go. Today, we managed to move the scanning computer for clearing out the paper clutter into that space. I have a lovely little office in my room, and my hubby now has a lovely work space, uncluttered by my office supplies and papers. So, so proud of us!
Such a volatile roller coaster of emotions and energy levels. I'm determined to focus on exercise and clearing clutter so that I keep myself from sinking into inactivity and depression. It's so hard, though. It provokes guilt to do anything constructive, but it also lightens the burden, knowing I can. I managed to not sink into my favorite escape literature today. I let myself read just a bit last night before sleep, but didn't even open the book this morning, knowing I'd lose the day, if not the week, if I let myself run away.
This evening I think I can relax. We've accomplished much and have more on our plates tomorrow, but today is enough. I'll go do 15 minutes of paper sorting to clear my bed of the random stuff it accumulated in today's rearranging. Eat, read a little and sleep. A good day, really.