Closing my eyes the sound of the wind through the trees reminds me of the river.
Its comforting. Soothing.
June 3rd.
Counting the days to the river.
Pop a beer ..... stroll outside. Take in the smells and sounds of the summer showers.
Breathe in. Exhale.
Tadpoles. Lots of tadpoles. Chocolate mint emitting its faint pleasant smell from around the pond.
The plum tree ..... loaded with tiny plums ..... the birds and I waiting anxiously for the sweet flavor.
Llamas chewing their hay ..... the chickens scratching nearby.
Petey at my heels. Lola and Joe lag behind. Elvis crows his approval at our passing.
A faint "meow" in the distance ..... Lola's tail wags ..... its Chevy running as fast as her little feet will allow ...... her girl is outside! ..... Lola and Chevy greet each other warmly as old friends do.
The sound of the shovel as Dave digs at the end of the house. Another project almost completed.
Chilly spring evening upon us. More rain possible. Dark clouds to the West. Pack a bowl head outside to see my man. Feed the dogs then dinner prep for us.
Another day passes ...... another day gone ...... tomorrow stands to be busy.
I almost forgot to add these pix! Here is Lola in the window. Even though she is a mannequin head, she takes on a life-like appearance with her eyes directed upwards, as if she is really watching the rain storm roll in.
Well .... planning on kicking it in the ass today and getting something accomplished for real.
List for the day:
Say good morning to Mindsay friends
Breakfast & Exercise
Shower
Clean front part of house
Get some laundry done
Come back and say hello to Mindsay friends
I took this photo this morning because she just looked to cute .... and comfortable ..... it doesn't pay to get out of bed in the morning .... there is always a dog ready to take your spot .....
Miss Lola in comfort ..... it's a dog's life .....
As short rant and I'm off ..... I've given up and just go and help with Bingo every other Monday night at the Senior Center. Last night was just about crazy. As much as I respect my elders .... holy shit, they are some of the most bitchiest old folks I have ever dealt with. By the time I left last night I felt like I had been beaten black and blue by these folks. Pissed off and tired poor mom got my wrath on the way home .... my point is ...... damn it, I don't HAVE to be there .... I can have a night home ALONE with my husband ..... which doesn't happen often. And I'm not sure if I will go back and help again. Fuck, even volunteering in this hell I call home is detrimental to my health. LOL ..... geez.
