Today was a go-to-town get-everything-done kind of day. We are honing our lifestyle so that we don’t have to take as many trips down into town and when we do go we can actually enjoy milling around rather than manically going from one end to the other for supplies and business.
After we did our have-to’s we dropped into one of our favorite breakfast spots, Olga’s. The breakfast is great, affordable, served open air right in the middle of her garden and there is usually an ‘Olga hug’ at some point.
They also have a cute terrier. You know, the Toto kind. He’s adorable and sometimes roams around the dining area, normally minding his own business. He’ll come if you call but Olga keeps him in line.
Now, I don’t what went through his little head today. He seemed very interested in going out the fromt door but no one allowed it. ð§
He passed under our table once or twice and I spoke to him. We got our food and were settling in to enjoy all the yumminess…
I haven’t had waffles in months!
Always with flowers from the garden..
I love tea wisdom
He made another pass by the table and from the corner of my eye I saw him stop by the shopping bag I had on the floor by my chair. Wait. No. No you are not! As soon as I saw the leg hike I shooed him away but he had already sprinkled.. on the floor.. and yes.. on my bag!
We laughed and I asked the server for a wipe of some sort but she was horrified and told Olga what he had done. Mama whisked him away inside and came back with cleaner and a rag to clean my bag. I told her it was okay but she said no he is not supposed to do that. Hubby and I joked about why he chose us over the other four tables with people and I said maybe he was marking me as territory. ð
Then I looked at the bag and considered the possibility of a universal dog icon, you know.. like our public bathroom signs. I mean…
I just realized the irony of the song playing in the background of my little video. It was an instrumental rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. ðģ❤️
So, since I love music and you love music and little Toto…whatever his real name is..obviously likes the tune..
When our beloved Sylvester got an idea there was no stopping him. Who knew what he was thinking when he got himself into this tight fix…
“But there should be a bird in here…somewhere..”
Better luck next time buddy. ð
This post brought to you courtesy of Dan Antion of No Facilities and the regular #Thursday Doors prompt. Be sure to visit his blog to meet other great bloggers and see their submissions. Hope you’ll share your own doors too!
Well, here it is, Saturday once again, and me not feeling inspired to write much. There has been a lot of personal upheaval for me that I have kept to myself but that has left me feeling drained and uninspired.
Cue Dan Antion over at No Facilities . I try to never miss any of his interesting, informative and colorful posts, especially on Saturday, where you might find yours truly tending bar sometimes. He may not know it but I rely on his posts for knowing the SoCS prompt theme. Check out his post today to see who will be making a surprise visit to the bar real soon. He’s a celebrity of sorts for the bartenders there.
Back to the prompt which is more than a hundred. We are to write about something we have more than a hundred of. Okay, forget the fact that we are in a puzzle addiction right now. The last one was a real challenge, but oh so lovely.
God, I love butterflies. This one took a long time. There was no logic. It was like a paint by numbers puzzle but without the map. The pieces were oddly shaped. I’m talking umbrellas, goldfish and bunny
shapes!
But, I digress....the real issue is that we are collectors so we likely have a few qualifying stars for this prompt. But....since I have spent the last week...yes I said week...or so sifting through, discarding and organizing all my actual real paper printed photos from my life on this Earth so far, I can safely say they number well over a hundred-in one album alone.
Anyone who follows my blog(s) knows that first, and foremost I am a photographer. Family, friends, birds, bees, butterflies and trees-nothing escapes my shutter (although the hubs is an elusive subject) I have been called a photo hoarder, obsessive, too focused on pictures, etc.; but, I love life’s moments and want to save them as the memories we all too often tend to forget. Holidays, vacations, instantaneous laughable moments, beauty that is elusive, family that one day will no longer be around.
But, in the interest of saving space and scaling down, I took on the daunting task of going through my volumes of photo albums (thank God I was at least that organized) and weed them out, culling the special moments for each of my children to start or add to their own family memories and condensing my albums to a more manageable trunk full. This is what was discarded in terms of volume.
And this is about a third of what remains. ðĪŠ
How do I throw away a life-lives? Sure, I was there for everything, but we all know how the mind works. What seems so important in one moment can be replaced by something else as time goes by. I want my family to be able to wander through their past and rest for awhile in the cool shade of happy memories. They may curse me when they have to figure out what to do with it all after I’m gone. But they will know how much I have treasured them .
I mean, how could I toss out my greatest treasures?
You should visit her blog to meet other great writers and read their words.
And a huge shoutout Happy Birthday to my hubby. Now, if you excuse me, I have a birthday pie to make. You go out and make beautiful memories now, okay?
In these 'worst of times' for modern history, we all have our break out moments. We need to escape, to run free, wild and feel the wind in our face, the world fading behind with no particular place to go. And when I say all, I mean all. This guy was all in for a round trip, 34 mile, 70 mph interstate run with us to pick up groceries-just to escape for a bit. Gotta love em. I sure do!
Wow! That’s a lot of wind!
Buckle up buddy. It’s going to be a long ride.
‘Earl’ Knievel, AKA Anole Fonda
You would think he’d be ready to disembark once we reached our destination. But noooooo...
That was really great, but think I'll ride up here for the trip home.
Ummm...driver...what's the hold up here? Have to get back to the fam, you know?
And speaking of Social Distancing.....
this couple seemed to be practicing it well although the 'nester' was having some negative feedback from the hungry baby.
Okay, I think 50 yards is far enough, dear....dear...
But it's so much quieter over here, and I have all this preening to do...
