One day at a time

That has been my motto for the summer. And thats the only way I can deal with..it all. I wish there was a simple fix, but unfortunately theres not. I know I made the right choice, but that doesn't make me feel any better about losing my best friend. I have moments where I'd really like to break down, but I tell myself that won't help anything. I usually just try to not think about it, and distract myself with day to day activities.
No matter what I do though, I know all of these feelings are going to catch up with me sooner or later. God Bless whomever's soul that is around to watch me deal with all of those feelings.

Target Practice at the Plantation

One of our neighbor's invited a group to come shoot sporting clays one afternoon. Little did I know that I'd be spending the day at a Civil War plantation with old Yankee writings still visible on the walls. When we arrived, we walked in to the beautiful house and heard classical music playing in the distance. I felt out of place, but heck I wasn't passing this chance up. I was in the presence of the wealthy and social elite! I met some very nice people who happened to be competitive shooters...or professinal gunmen...whatever they're called. I spent the day getting private shooting lessons and I actually did pretty well. I can confidentally use a 20 gage Beretta shotgun. Ex-boyfriends beware.