Cuteness in a Hairy Package

Can’t deny I think my dogs are cuteness taken to the nth degree. Here, they’re watching a vehicle pulled up outside -the person inside obviously making room for someone to get into the passenger seat. They were absorbed by his every move but never made a sound after he first pulled up.

Our neighbor came out and got in the car and it pulled away. Silence. But they relaxed.

Badger is much more cunning than Daisy about the whole people coming and going thing. I’ve watched her wait until someone comes up the drive, navigates the side walk and at the moment they reach the door she goes full crazy dog. This activates Daisy, who adds to the general clatter of barks. It’s an uproar.

But… as soon as I reach the door it stops. Well, Badger stops. Daisy is feral, so crazy keening is her stock in trade. By that time Badger is at the door beside me, ready to meet friend or foe, mouth firmly shut.

Cute.

Bree Bear

This looks like any other crafted bear, right? It’s not. O.D. makes special occasion/bereavement bears so she made one for Breagha, who passed on August 5, 2019.

The outside is made from Bree’s favorite bandannas and inside Tonie put her favorite pink Wooba toy and some of her hair.

Yes, I broke down when she handed the bear to me; Bree is finally home again. And now, after not dreaming about her, she’s there when I sleep. I’ll cherish this little bit of Bree as long as I live.

Thank you, O.D.

2013

O.D. wants some photos of her and Mike so I’m going through my folders… and I’ve deleted over 3,000 so far! Who wants a hundred pictures of a bug… or bird… or blister…?

Autumn has finally come! Not really, they do this constantly.
Holy mother of pearl..!

That’s what I said upon finding this photo… holy mother of pearl… I used to take pictures!! And I enjoyed it! Just when I was starting to feel like a non person, too.

Larger version just because.

Finger

It freaks me out a bit when the flame on my lampe comes out the side…. and looks like a finger. I know. Still.

The Aftermath

…of Wilma.

As I wrote in the last post, I put this here not for anything or anyone other than myself. It’s what happened after a Cat 3 ran over us in 2005. Nothing like Andrew, but still…

Thank God it’s cool!! If this had happened in August we’d be miserable. Even a normal October day is usually warm and humid. Two colds fronts equal another miracle! Before she left for home Tonie and I went to Publix for staples and of course she left for home with one of my bags. A heartfelt thank you to Publix for opening their doors! Without power they may have been trying to get shed of some perishables, I don’t know. That’s what I’d do, anyway.

The line outside Home Depot is long, considering the generators haven’t arrived. We need a generator and a new gas grill (not to worry, we have two generators now). Cleaning the fridge and freezer out.

Dammit, Tonie left with my trail shoes!

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Wilma

Ran across this account of Hurricane Wilma’s aftermath while cleaning out my desk. Though I wrote about Hurricane Andrew’s passing, it’s certainly not for consumption. Our experiences after Wilma, though, are simply boring. Putting it here to save it.

Hubris and the Hurricane or How We Found our Miracle

::Cue the Gilligan’s Island theme::

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Pink Sky at Morn

As usual I went out with the dogs early this morning. The day was breaking. Soft tendrils of pink floated across the western sky.. then billowed, like cream in coffee. Then upon entering the back yard, I saw much the same, but on a grander scale: the eastern sky was alight with corals and pinks! Alive with color, pinks alone wove their way north then settled west, as if the angels were knitting.

No, I can’t take a decent photograph of the sky.

That’s not pink, silly.

Not this morning. Dug this out of my drafts folder.

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