Today might be the only day where I actually stopped to look at a scribble of graffiti and smiled to myself.
I took Marge to the beach today, after putting in my phone call to the vet and making an appointment for next Friday at 9:30 AM (he is not in this week). I drove us down there and she was immediately terrified by a fisherman loading up his car, coupled with the sound of sirens in the background. Though she recovered from it once she hit the sand, the fact that she initially got so scared and started shaking made me further realize that I made the right choice in booking an appointment.
We walked for about a half hour along the deserted beach, any scary sounds of the outside world muffled by the crashing waves. Marge even saw two men on the beach and didn't pay much attention to them. She sniffed, jumped, ran around and was mostly carefree.
On the way back, I noticed big black letters on the old building ruins that I never remembered seeing before.
I found the phrase horribly appropriate for all of our setbacks. (Though, the cynic in me did find the blue splotches in the background to look a whole lot like fireworks.) I coaxed Marge up on to the piece of concrete next to it, and then had her pose...
She looks good up there, doesn't she?
All in all, we had a good day today. She got to play with her buddies Ralphie and Gidget for about twenty minutes, and then popped in to say hello to grandma for a few, too. Hopefully she'll be able to have a play date with Buddy soon as well. We just need to get through the next week and go into the vet's office fully prepared to discuss all of our options for getting things back, as close as possible, to the way they used to be. We've got to make life good... it's too short not to.