Random Thoughts

August 19, 2020

We have been spending quite a bit of time out at WestWard these past few months. It is a place that clears our head and wraps us in its arms. The sound of the lapping waters of Colvos Passage and the breeze through the massive trees our music. My post today is a jumble of thoughts. Certainly all that is going on in the world and in our own country, along with living through a global pandemic is central to so much of what is rolling around my brain. Along with being extra creative in our businesses and being smart and scrappy. These times for small business unique to say the least. We are rising to the challenges each day, but boy by the end of our week we are just bushed. That is where our little slice of island heaven becomes our tonic, our refuge. We are thankful for so many things on so many levels each and every day.

One of the things we are most grateful for is the love we receive from our pooch, Bailey. She hit a rough patch last week. She had a seizure last Wednesday. Luckily I was in the apartment when it happened. It was awful. We have a vet ER literally 2 minutes from our home in the city. We got her there right away where they kept her overnight. We have her on a good dose of medicines they gave us, and fingers crossed, they seem to be working. She is resting away. A pooch prayer or positive thoughts & energy sent her way would be kindly accepted. The amount of joy she fills our lives with is immense.

The speech Michelle Obama gave the other evening was so personal and so positive. Just what is needed at these times of such great division. Her words on empathy goes deep into my bones. That we must all care for one another. Her dislike of politics made her message even stronger, as she just wants what’s best for all people. She is an incredible human being.

The USPS is an American institution. I can’t imagine running my business without it. That it is being used as a political pawn both breaks my heart and infuriates me all at the same time. My friend Mindy painted this in thanks to all the postal workers who keep things running. My grandfather on my mom’s side was a postman. My respect for all delivery people runs deep. Again, they are the backbone to keeping small retailers keeping their shelves stocked.

The gift of flowers. Our friend Catherine brought me two big buckets full of blooms from her garden on Saturday. Oh my word, a welcome gift indeed. They have been so much fun playing with these last few days. You will certainly see some of them in the pages of my next book. The above hydrangea, a variety I had never seen before. Flowers are so good for the soul. Sending tons of love from my favorite chair where the sun is coming up and a new day awaits. X, Ted