Traction

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing...in this blog, or in my life.  I can't even get the font to stay with what I chose.  Somehow I'm not thinking this is a great idea, but several friends recently have said they wanted me to blog.  So here goes.

We just moved across country and are in a period of big adjustment.  For all of us.  Including the dog.  In the couple weeks before we left, I know Lyric (the dog) sensed something was amiss.  Or at least up.  I think she got a bit worried, and we had several problems with waste elimination, if you know what I mean.  We worried about how she'd do in the car for 1200 miles, and figured the whole trip would be a massive undertaking.  We removed a seat from the car and set up her kennel, hoping to give her a "safe" place to travel.  Amazingly, it worked, and she pretty much became the best traveller in the bunch. In fact, I'm not sure we ever made a stop specifically for her.  On the other hand, for about three days she did not eat anything.  Unlike this writer, who pretty much ate constantly.  I think my dog and I process change differently.

Now we are in a temporary living arrangement in our new city.  It's a nice 3 bedroom condo, with a yard in the back, and even a doggie door. (Arizonans must love their dogs...most of the homes we've looked at seem to have doggie doors...despite the fact that many of them have no grass in the yard.)  But in what we also are finding to be typical Arizona, most of the floors are not carpeted.  What has been quite amusing to watch is my daughter playing with Lyric.  She likes to get a little wild (the daughter), and get Lyric to chase her around the house.  Only without carpet she (the dog) somewhat resembles Wylie Coyote or some other critter from ToonTown.  You know, how they run but their legs just spin and they get nowhere?  We laugh (somewhat sadistically?) as she struggles to get traction.

And then I realize that Lyric is me, struggling to get traction, but going nowhere.  Ouch! Moving isn't easy.  It's not  the packing that's tough, or even the unpacking (I hope...and I hope to find that out soon)...It's getting traction once you get there.  My daughter and I had a heart to heart last night, after she told me "I want to go home."  I know what she meant.  We're both struggling to get traction...