My Magical Moose
I am feeling so fine, that Steve and I decided to take a quick trip to heaven (aka Jackson!) for a little R&R before radiation. There's something about Jackson that brings us peace and comfort. We had no real plans. Steve did some skiing while I puttered. (Puttering is the ultimate relaxation for me.) The one big plan that was realized -- seeing my moose. There is something magical about moose for me. They are incredibly gangly and awkward. But they have incredibly soulful eyes. I will drive miles out of my way to see a moose, just ask my kids!
On Saturday, our dear neighbors called to report a moose in their yard. Try as I might, I couldn't see him. And as much as I wanted my moose, I wasn't going to post hole through 5 feet of snow to find a view point! On Sunday, as I was trying to sleep in. Steve called from the living room "Look out the window, a moose!" I leaped out of bed grabbing for my glasses and camera. Low and behold, a moose, MY moose, right there in our little pond! This moose was in no hurry to go anywhere. He just nibbled on our willows, then bedded down in a snow bank. This went on for hours. I know because I planted myself in the living room and watched! I didn't even have to go looking -- the moose came to me!
Almost as exciting as the moose I went for my first post-surgery walk with "the girls." No I don't mean my new breasts, I mean my neighbors, Jean, Sally and Carol! It was a gorgeous sunny day. The view was breathtaking. Thirty minutes of exercise for the body yields infinite value for the soul!
The last thing I want to mention about our trip is the wine. On two successive nights we had a favorite red, Shafer's Relentless. There's just something about that name that keeps us going. Relentless describes so many things right now: the relentless support of my family and friends, the relentless determination to fight, and the relentless optimism we all share.
I relentlessly love you all,
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