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I think I’ll go fishing again
Oops, I forgot to take my camera to the farmers market again. It’s not like I have a smart phone like most people. I don’t. I don’t even own an old cell phone. I’ve always hated the connected 24/7 aspect of them.
If I am not at home, I am unreachable. I like it that way. One should be allowed one’s privacy and time to oneself. One should be aware of one’s surroundings at all times.
A person shouldn’t be nose first into the screen of a phone all the time. Put them down and walk away. Teach your children to do the same.
Take that time to look at each other, talk, learn to enjoy human company again. It’s not too late and may be the best thing you ever did.
You all have a good one.
It’s not all sunshine
I know it would probably easier to drag myself through each day if I were medicated and numb. However, I do not want to go that route. I’ve seen how damaging that can be.
Once in a while I’ll have a glass of wine or some other drink but never more than one or two and never off into lala land. I have a need to be in control at all times.
Being drugged or drunk doesn’t work well when you have someone to take care of all the time. If The Curmudgeon falls I need to be able to help him up or, at the very least, coherently ask for help.
Twice a year I cut loose and allow myself to get a little out of control. One is over. October cannot get here fast enough this year. 😉
You all have a good one. I’m counting days.
USPS deliveries frustrating
It seems we have a problem carrier for a substitute again. Claims were made that an item was attempted to deliver yesterday and notice left. Not so. We were home and there were no deliveries made and no notices left. We got no mail at all.
I can tell this wasn’t our regular carrier because he always delivers packages and will even check the back yard to see if I’m out there if no one answers the door. He’s also patient enough to wait for The Curmudgeon to get to the door.
I’m sure that whoever ‘tried to deliver’ our package yesterday will hear about it because I did write a note about not receiving a notice and no attempt had truly been made since we were home all day.
I do hate the laziness that so many of the mail-persons seem to have around here.
Miscellaneous
  Happy 41 st Anniversary Dear Curmudgeon! May we have many more!
    So sad to hear that James Garner died, he was always a favorite of mine.
    I was going to change the theme on my blog today but they’ve changed it so that you can’t preview your own blog in the new theme. Not fun. I do like to see what it will look like before I make a change. Worst thing was having to change back when I didn’t like the new choice. What a mess having to redo everything.
    No hummingbird today, how disappointing.
    I’m so glad I bought cherries this week. They taste so good! Between The Curmudgeon and me they are going fast. How can we possibly resist them? Even the pups are mooching them.
    Lucy and Gavin are crazy dogs. That is all I will say about that. Lunacy reigns in this household.
     You all have a good one!
Guess what was in my garden
We’ve had a little visitor the last few days. She’s quite enamored of the red flowers in the garden. Too bad I can’t get a picture of her, but she’s too fast for my little camera.
If you want to see what I saw go here: http://nationalzoo.si.edu/scbi/migratorybirds/featured_photo/bird.cfm?pix=Ruby-throated_Hummingbird
You all have a good one!
Taking applications for a new muse
My muse jumped ship a while ago. I guess she decided I just wasn’t giving her enough time.
Therefore, I am now taking applications for a new muse.
All muse applicants must keep in mind that I am a night person and the dogs and The Curmudgeon come first. You must like dogs.
Winged muses need to make sure they can fit through a 32 inch door before stopping by for an application.
If you are a dark muse please keep in mind that I do not read or write horror.
Any muse that can make excellent coffee has an automatic foot in the door.
Wrestling with Daddy
I like to wrestle with my Daddy.
He likes to wrestle with me.
It’s the licking of his hair he doesn’t care for, hehehe!
Why we’ll never be rich…
    We’ll never be rich because this house has always been a money pit, and will always be one. Below are the results of the last two years of hard winters and the neighbor’s leaky rain gutters.
    We don’t have a close friend who is a mason and can do the repair work for cost.
    We don’t have the $$ for costs because it looks as though the entire porch needs a good jack hammering and removal.
    The city permits would kill our bank account.
    The Curmudgeon knows nothing about masonry. I know more than he does on that subject.
    Maybe we can squeeze out one more year?
    You all have a good one.
Get my muse hopping
    I’m thinking that in order to get my muse hopping I’m going to need to get out more. Do some people watching and stuff.
    There’s a little coffee shop not far from here, but not within summer heat walking distance, that I don’t often get to because the parking there is a bitch. However, I think I found a nearby side street that I can park on that is easier than trying to park close to the place. A little walking never hurts.
    I also need to get out fishing to relax and get the ideas flowing more. There is something about sitting on a river bank with a fishing pole that relaxes me completely.
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