I hadn’t shot a bow and arrow since last spring, so I was a totally excited to get back into it last week. The meet up group I’m in took a bit of a hiatus, but started up again this past January.
It felt great reacquainting myself with the 20 lb recurve bow. I was afraid that would totally suck, but that’s the good thing about muscle memory. I did use to go regularly.
My cousin Kat, her hubby, kids and my aunt came for a visit last week. It was so great spending time with them. I hadn’t seen them since 2008 when I visited San Francisco with Peggy.
One thing that always brightens up our day, even if it’s cloudy out, is to hang with the animals. It’s been a while since Sean and I hit up Maplewood Farm, so a visit was in order.
I’ve always been cagey about my birthdays. More so the past few years as my impeding birthday was, in my mind, monumental. Now that a couple of weeks have passed since the big day, I find myself at a more accepting place, even serene about it. I’ve crossed over to the other side and it’s not so bad.
Since I adopted Charlie, he’s never been alone for more than a day, day and a half. With our trip to Victoria last weekend, Charlie was at home by himself for just over 48 hours. And while I had missed my little furry face when we were on the island, I wondered if he would be mad or glad to see me, cats are so fickle that way.
Turns out he missed me too and couldn’t wait for our cuddle sesh.
