With all the worry and stress over trying to leave no stone unturned, I totally forgot about the 8 tons of white sand piled up in the front yard, awaiting placement in the dog run. I THOUGHT I was hearing children's voices, but then figured it was my imagination at work. Not enough sleep, you know... going nuts frankly! The voices kept up (no they were NOT from inside my head) they were coming from outside. The voices got so loud, I thought my daughter was here with the grandchildren. Not so, I opened the front door to find 2 strange little girls atop the sand pile, playing in the drizziling rain (about 7 years old) having an absolute BALL. I told them they could play there IF their parents agreed AND they promissed to keep the sand in one place as we have to use shovels and a wheelbarrow to move it to the back yard. They asked about Angel, then ran off with flyers to get permission from their moms to come back and play king of the hill. And life goes on.
Thank you Hectoluver. We can use all te prayers, good intentions and well wishes folks are willing to offer right now. It seems one of the girls is the grand daughter of the neighbor 3 houses down. Haven't a clue as to who the other one belongs to~lol. Bet their mom's had a fit when they came home, covered in wet sand from head to foot!
Ooooh Pyrmom.... My heart aches for you. The other day my husband came home from work and asked me what was wrong?? why are you crying?? I told him your story and we both said a quick prayer that things would turn out good..... I so wish that I lived closer that I could do something to help. Jubilee