Looking for me.

Chill descends deeply
Koi succumb to their nature
Drenched in cool slumber.

Evenings get quiet after dinnertime. It’s the time when I finish mundane chores like putting clean laundry away and playing with Chloe and Bella for a while before I sit here and post, or think about a post, and see what everyone else has been doing.

For weeks, my fingers rest on a-s-d-f-j-k-l-; - immobilized.

I’m reading blogs when I have time but can’t even come up with decent comments.

My photos from the weekend have been posted on Flickr already but I wonder, where’s the beef? Where is the meaty post I usually cook and dish out in an hour or two? My lazy mouse slowly crept toward my sidebar and into my archives, taking me back to a time I laughed and cried while arranging a post. I read several of them from early spring and throughout the summer that made me smile and cry once again.

Feeling the way I do now - worn out and fearing the demands of the holidays approaching, it was refreshing to read about my life and times during the days I posted five or six times a week! Meanwhile, I’ll keep plugging away and looking for “it” - whatever it was that was me.

When all is dormant and brown, there’s still a bright spot…

Not much excited me this weekend, other than a forty-five pound bag of Sunshine Pistachio Nuts that Michael brought home from Sam’s Club and getting my nails filled with Gina yesterday. Oh, and the seven foot tall, wide hunk of a mean looking woman who took a seat at the station between us at the nail salon. She probably had gold teeth but I didn’t dare look too hard. Gina and I traded wide-eyed glances before the monsterous woman sat down and completely blocked our view of each other. I scooted my chair away from her a bit and moved my handbag closer to me with my foot. The tiny Asian female technician looked quite serious as the woman with a head twice the size of mine furrowed her evil lined brow and warned, “I’d rather you soak ‘em off. You can try to pull them off, but if you hurt me…” Yikes!

Feeling relieved about my workload at the office and looking forward to a two-day work week, I felt lighthearted enough to get outside and work around the pond today.

The fall colors have peaked beautifully. I noticed a small bird on the highest limb…

I've counted six Brown Headed Nuthatches at once on the feeders. They're fearless!

Chickadee laughed all the way to the closest tree.

Something caught Bella’s attention on the other side of the fence that made her shriek.

Cat: “You need medication, fool.”

“What cat? Where?”

This breaks my heart because she can’t see well anymore. Chloe always lived to chase and capture…

IF BIRDS COULD SPEAK ENGLISH

What in the hell are you looking at?

Haul it out, Big Red. I’m moving in.

Where did he go? Big sissy…

Oh, it’s you again. Want my picture before I terrify your precious little birds?

For you, my best side.

Will you stop playing with that camera already?

Now tell me, who is lovelier?