AWWWW MONDAY - WEEKEND SEPTEMBER 30

Arthur loved accompanying Rick. Here he waits for him to come back from the neighbor's house to led him safely home across the street.

 

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WEEKEND  

This Saturday I was quite busy, 

 

I waited for the lady who should pick up my paintings which I gave to the largest Belgian animal shelter for sale and the money raised is of course for the cats and dogs. There are so many, and money is always needed. Even small sums can make a piggy bank fat . So many people had adopted cats or dogs during the Covid period and now that they were free again, they had no time anymore for their "toy" and gave it back. Disgusting. I thought if I can help a bit then I do it with pleasure, what should I do with over 20 paintings which lay since 2000 in the basement and here in a chest.

Anyway I have them all on photos. Nobody from my family had ever asked for a picture, now they are gone and now they probably will complain that I hadn't asked them.    

The transport to her car went quite smooth, we put the biggest one on an Ikea carrier with wheels, fixed them with a cord and she put them in her trunk. She had to do that twice, the smaller once fitted in shopping bags.  We both were very happy and hoped that a lot of people will buy them.

Then came a man to pick up a book and then my friend who had lost her husband 5 month ago and was feeling like I did just after Rick's death. To chat a bit we went to the Lunch Garden and had mussels. They were very good and we had a nice time. In fact it's strange that we both feel exactly the same and even have the same aches and pains, like rashes, dizziness etc.

Sunday was a wonderful weather it seemed like summer.  So lung problems or not, I wanted to go to the market. Which I did. I had to sit down twice because I was breathless, but that was nice too, I watched the people bought a cardigan and then I returned home.

 

Unfortunately I felt as if I had done the F1 on foot. I dropped everything and waited until I could breathe normally again. I ate the Moroccan flatbread filled with cheese, watched a movie, and read the emails and the day was over.

I thought that less then one year ago, when Rick had gone already, I have been in Switzerland with the Patrick' club and had no problems at all. I walked and climbed and could follow the others. What a shock can do ! I hope next year it will be better !