A tad sleep deprived.
Don has been having trouble sleeping. So I have trouble sleeping. Sometimes I have to leave the cushy comfort of our bed and sleep on the sofa in the den. Which is not so cushy.
So I’m dealing with the usual irritated eyes and slightly-on-edge feeling I get when I’m really, really tired.
This, too, shall pass.
The rudbeckia is still going strong throughout the garden. That splash of bright yellow goes a long way when you’re dealing with an end-of-August garden. So cheery!
I ordered a canvas of my favorite photo of Riley and Scout and it arrived yesterday:
I’m so pleased with the way it turned out. (It’s actually much more striking than this photo would indicate.) When Don came in the door and saw it, he got pretty emotional. As did I. We’re not sure yet where we’re going to hang it, but we’ll figure it out.
As Don said, they’re communicating in a way that only they can communicate. It’s private.
And Mr. Riley got framed.
We might wait to hang this until we get the watercolor of Winston. Then we’ll figure it all out.
I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to see these portraits on our living room wall (which is now becoming a sort of second gallery wall, in addition to the one by the stairs.) We feel like our kids are back home with us. It helps to ease the pain and sense of loss that we’ve been feeling. Shanna, you have blessed us. Thank you.
I’m such a goon! Those blue flowers in the Memorial Garden are Forget-me-nots, not Four o’clocks!