I like it. Changing templates all week was fun, draining, and irritating. Last night I finally learned how to add page elements. Always in a hurry in the evenings, I just couldn’t figure it out, swearing, “It…can’t…be…that…difficult.”. There’s more work to do, like browsing through a few thousand photos and choosing a few I’d like to add to my sidebar when I have a few minutes to spare.
My photos tell a week-long story, if you have a minute or two.
We visited the vet today. If our little mighty wad of muscle, Bella, would slow down a bit, she might not have hurt her back or injured her knee months ago. Her decision was to stop running and playing on Tuesday evening. Gasp. Giving up chasing hula-hoops and balls is the equivalent of giving up food when you are speaking of Boston Terriers. Prescription: muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatory drugs for a week. No running or playing. Joke. After a dose of each, she’s on the mend.
Fire in the sky.
A much needed tropical depression for a few days would keep me inside. I'd tend to indoors or shave my legs, et al ;-) and allow time to read great blogs I’m missing. Perhaps I'd finish some novels on my nightstand that collect dust. The sun is relentless and clouds are rare.
The two-hour storm didn’t help. When I notice the leaves of the birch trees drift downwards on a still evening, my conscience always takes me to Cedar Rapids. That’s when I feel helpless. God Bless them.
I don’t care about the grass. If I were rich? I’d dig up the entire backyard and add more water features, garden paths, flowers, and trees. I can see it in my mind. Beautiful. But only with rain. A large swimming pool to float in for a while before preparing dinner would be nice, too. If I had acreage, I’d have a prairie like Susan’s. For now, we have room for the dogs to run and burn their soft pads on crusty soil.
Signing off for a few days,
Sun-baked in NC