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I cannot believe the first week of September has flown by.  There are times it seems life is all about getting things done in a hurry. 

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

I truly enjoy my work as a personal trainer.  It is an extension of what I love about fitness, teaching, and healthcare.  Being involved in the industry puts me in a state of mind to keep myself as healthy as I can to be sure I am able to convey that energy to others.

Sometimes life gets busy.

Sometimes “the list” gets so big it gets in the way.

Sometimes family obligations, social obligations, or even the weather puts a kink in my well-orchestrated plan and I am derailed.

Those are the days I feel my good intentions slipping out of reach.

I am elated that Jaxon is getting better.  He is even more his usual self, wandering in the yard when he is out, lounging on furniture when he is in.  My heart is resting easier.

The postal delivery yesterday contained a surprise.  I love surprises!  There was a box wrapped in brown paper, well taped, with the address written in handwriting I recognized.  It was a parcel from Grandma Margaret!

The past days have been exhausting.  Poor Jaxon.  It is so difficult to watch a pet suffer. Like a baby or small child, they cannot tell you what is wrong, or where it hurts.  It is up to us to put together all of the pieces of evidence, big or small, and figure out what is wrong.  I am grateful for good veterinarians.

I have had pets all of my life.  As a child, we usually had at least one dog.  I had a parakeet that I got at the local G.C. Murphy store, and Mum got the cage with her S&H Green Stamp books.  How many of you remember those days?

I loved taking care of animals.

This week I had an opportunity to visit the county fair.  To some of you, that may not sound like much of a big deal.  For those of you reading from elsewhere in the world, there are many states in the United States, and counties within those states that host an annual fair.  In this neck of the woods, the fair is one of the biggest events of the year.  

It is HUGE.

This weekend I received news of a tragedy.  Not in my own family, but affecting someone I know, and I have been feeling pain for them.

Today I took Jaxon to the local dog park for a play date.  His play date was an Australian Sheppard named Zoey.  She is in his training class and they get along quite well.  Zoey likes to run and catch her Frisbee.  Jaxon likes to run and catch Zoey.  It worked well to tire him out.  With Jaxon primed for a rest, I could wander away from the homestead for a couple of hours.

When I was a kid, we learned a little poem that had to do with predicting the weather:

“Red sky at night, sailors delight; Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.”

Despite ups and downs, life has been very good for me.  I was raised in a wonderful family environment that exposed me to many people and experiences, molding me as a tolerant and accepting person, willing to try new things.  I had the opportunity to attend college to pursue the job I wanted.  I got that job I wanted, and worked in the profession for 30 years.

I have also had fun!