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I find myself in a tough situation this, the final day of the weekend. Thus begins a new week, the week of my departure from Wolf Creek Ranch. I love this place, not only for the views from every angle, but because this is the home of my daughter, my son-in-law, and my grand dogs Franklin and Charley Girl. 

On the other hand, I'm heading home to see my own babies, Jasper, Togo, and our beloved Kit Kat. I'm going to be in the arms of my husband full-time again. Our house, our place of love and dreams coming true, of relaxation and hope for the future. 

My flowers are disintegrating into dust now, showing that this is the end of another period in my life. This Friday, I will return to Roseburg, to once again learn how to maneuver in our home. The house on Wolf Tree is accommodating, with enough room to spin a wheelchair in place and make those corners without issue. Our home is a bit smaller and less spatial to allow for the size of a wheelchair, but we can make it work. There is always a solution to every problem. 

As the bouquet withers, I become aware of my time coming to an end on Wolf Tree Ranch. There is a new adventure coming our way next weekend. We will have to learn new ways to fit wheelchairs and walkers in our home instead of having the spacious areas of the ranch home. 

Friday will be moving day. This is an entire process to get me, the medical equipment, and all my possessions home to Roseburg once again. It also means finding new ways to survive. For now, it means spending my time in the living room, sleeping on the couch, working on the couch, and basically eating and relaxing on the couch. The size of the paths to get to the bedroom and bathroom are without hope of maneuvering the wheelchair or walker, so the living room will be my existence for a while. But then, this too shall pass. 

Spending last night watching shows and movies from my comfortable bed, a sense of melancholy came over me. Not because I am not looking forward to the return to my own home, but because I'm not one for change. I hate change. I still reflect on the '70s and '80s and see it as who and how I am. Those days are gone, by a long shot, but they still seem like "home," with a strong familiarity that I refuse to let go. 

It has always been difficult to see the present as what it is. I'm older, I'm more experienced in life, and things have definitely changed. Changes mostly for the good, except for the aging thing. I have not quite settled into that idea yet. But I do not typically look at my age as much as I just enjoy my surroundings and life as it comes. I do love life!

Watching movies and shows has become a large part of life, unfortunately. Gilmore Girls, Who the Bleep Did I Marry, Catfish, Monk, and a few other shows have been my life recently and while it's fun, I'm biting at the bit to clean my surroundings, cook dinner, and take care of my husband and fur babies again. That is what I love to do, on top of my tasks for work. I can still work in the present situation, but it doesn't seem the same. This idea of lounging to heal is getting old, fast. I am not one to typically sit all day long. 

No, I'm not depressed. Just bored, off-kilter, and missing my old way of living. Maybe this is the universe telling me I need to relax? I have no idea, but I feel completely bitch slapped and without the ability to slap back. Fight back? Oh, yeah. I'm working hard to get my leg back to its original position, plus a few screws and a metal plate, but in good working order again. I'm keeping myself in a good mood, with a great outlook. But the time has come to realize that I can't rewind time and go back to when everything was the way it was a few months ago. 

I also have to admit I have been a bit spoiled. As I watched a show last night, my daughter brought in a root beer float, one of my favorites. The ice cream is a low-carb, low-sugar choice, and the root beer is A & W sugar-free, so it's a nice option and a great-tasting dessert. I love it! 

A knee scooter sits in the corner of the bedroom, taunting me. When this first happened, I was on a rental scooter. After the surgery, it became a dangerous item according to the surgeon. I am missing the idea of being able to fly around the house with a smaller, thinner piece of equipment. It would be a great addition to my care when I arrive home. The last scooter was smaller in width to ensure I could make it into the bathroom and bedroom without issue. This scooter was ordered by my daughter, but we haven't opened it yet. 

The scooter is a choice that, like I said, the doctor isn't really happy with, but it may become a necessity at home to get around. If I took it nice and slow it would or could work and allow the use of the bathroom, including the shower and toilet. We have plenty to work on when I arrive in the new situation. Home health services, such as the ones I have now, will be coming to the home to assist us in the decisions we make to stay safe but be able to maneuver in the home. 

Just getting up the stairs and into the house will be a challenge, but one we can overcome as a family, and as a group. My daughters seem to know how to make that happen, so I turned it over to them. 

Terry is still home, taking care of our house and our fur babies. He will be faced with cleaning the house on Thursday, the day before my arrival. Plenty to do with two shedding animals, but I have faith he will take care of it. He's happy I'm returning. I can't wait to get back to our usual life!

To perk myself up, a laughing great-granddaughter is the best remedy. Spencer is a couple of months old now and is a happy baby! She is always laughing or smiling. They all live in Texas, so we have to watch videos to suffice for baby time right now. I just want to cuddle this little ball of fun! 

Well, the weekend is ending. It is now Monday once again and time for work. Terry will be heading off to his job at the Roseburg VA while I find files to transcribe or captions to write and sync. It's all good!

Until our next post, we hope you are all laughing, loving, and having an awesome time in your life. Relax and enjoy the time we have on this rock. Hugs to all of you. Until next weekend when we will be posting from Roseburg again, take care, everyone! 

There is absolutely no place like home.