I kidnapped Mr. Biggins from his apartment because he needed to exercise with Bella and Chloe for a while. He wondered why I turned the car around and stopped.
“What is that, Grandma?” (in his Scooby Doo voice)The raptors have been working overtime, constantly surveying their next meal. I should have gotten out of my car to photo a Black Vulture’s wing span but I thought I’d let the “Bad Boy” enjoy his meal.
Let the party begin! (I forgot I had an action mode.)
Within two minutes, they miss me. When they have each other, it’s all good, but they always need to know where I am.Here I am! They follow me to the bathroom every time. Can I have one minute of solitude? No. Under the bathroom door, I hear two enormous nostrils and four tiny ones being “nosey”…
While they played outdoors and sniffed and dug a few little holes, I noticed a few things.
In my neighbor’s maple, Mr. Bluebird was ready to deliver carry-out to his family. I’d love to know where his brood lives…
It’s Japanese Beetle season. I flicked them off and two of them landed on my bangs. Without hesitation, I swatted the heck out of them and called them nasty names. Ok, I cursed!
Please curb that appetite and go away! One second after I took this photo, a large brown dog plowed into me. Mr. Biggins needs his brakes adjusted. Ok, I cursed!
It’s been a long day. Am I right, Chloe?
I need to pull energy from my reserve to think about realizing there is something good to see every day, no matter how tired I am or how little time there is. I need to want it and to look for it. If I can do this every day, I’m blessed. I try. (Did that make a bit of sense? I’m ready for a nap.) And I just pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to verify that today is WEDNESDAY. Geez.