Not together, obviously. If so, the dead bird would be hanging limply from the dog’s jaws. Daisy would be very proud of herself and we would naturally have to congratulate her for the magnificent kill. Dachshund life, you know.
The dove just kept walking toward me, as if daring the dogs or I to make a move. I had to take a picture of such a bold bird.
It’s boring right now. But I think boring is good. My main functions these days are clearing out closets and watching Midsummer Murders. All good.
I didn’t renew my WP premium package, so changes… they are a’comin. Hey, a hundred bucks is… just that. And needed for other things now.
Still yourselves and listen, chirruns, to the wisdom from a soon to be 59 year old crone…
Old women just know things.
Or is it because they’ve been there, done that?
This particular old woman liked the sun when she was young. Practically lived by the pool and at the beach. OH and there was much work to do on the farm…none of it inside the house. The long horseback rides… and I loved being slightly burnt. That radioactive glow really gave me a kick.
Though my memory isn’t what it should be, nobody ever mentioned SPF anything.
But then I could be passing the buck.
This was my fourth MOHS surgery. Whenever the dermatologist finds something on my pale skin that looks not quite right, he biopsies it. When cancer shows up I go back in for the MOHS.
During Mohs surgery, thin layers of cancer-containing skin are progressively removed and examined until only cancer-free tissue remains. Mayo Clinic.
They’ve been a year apart lately. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished my Viking/Celtic ancestors had been black or olive skinned instead.
Passing the buck again. Story of my life.
Anyway, there is a moral to this story and I’m sure you get it. If you don’t, at least I and that waiting room full of fellow tanned crones sure do.
I’m ashamed to admit that we’ve lived here for 15 years and for all that time the pantry has been a large crap closet. Really; there were no shelves inside when we moved in so we just threw a bunch of crap inside and shut the doors.
I had no real pantry. SO, we decided there should be one.
The nasty start. There were 2x2s on the walls to hold shelves, but those had to come off. And the doors that had been painted 17 times… gone!
This is the kind of crap I had to deal with; they’d never actually painted the primed cement.