Monday, May 25, 2015
|What the hell, mom?|
|The look on Gracie's face is priceless.|
We went to the dog park yesterday morning, late. It was hot, and after 30 minutes my two were just lying in the shade, not moving around at all. So I loaded them back into the car, and on a whim followed some hand printed signs that said "Hanging Baskets". I really wasn't expecting much, but just felt like looking.
This woman buys in large quantities, and sells until they are gone and it's done. She takes very good care of what she does sell, and these were gorgeous. I couldn't resist having some color in the backyard. The wagon is old, was a gift from my daughter in law about 8 years ago, for Mother's Day. It was on the south side of the house, so I moved it into the yard and put it under the maple tree. The dogs consider the wagon an invader. I told them to get over it, I like it.
Jake had been rolling in the grass but by the time I grabbed my phone to take a pic, he had rolled over from his back. I didn't realize until this morning that his tongue was sticking out. Just too cute.
Thanks for stopping by.
Friday, May 22, 2015
|The puppy Libby, over for a visit|
Kohl's has 30% off your entire purchase!!!
Indianapolis Motor Speedway is the place to be. The race! The food! The entertainment! The 35 cent increase per gallon in gas, because hey! It's Republican Indiana and we must price gouge when we can.
Does anyone remember, or care, what the phrase "Memorial Day" stands for? It's not about sales, or picnics, getting drunk out on a lake driving the boat for the first time this season, or the damn race. It's about remembering those you are no longer with us. About those who fell defending this country. It's suppose to be a time for decorating graves, reflection, for saying a prayer. Honoring those we have lost.
The older I get, the more cynical I become. And the less tolerance I have for the "me! me! me!" attitudes. Whatever you do this weekend, enjoy it.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
|Love the darkness around the open window|
All of my vacations, including fast 2 or 3 get aways, are planned in advance based on the availability of my pet sitter. I know, pathetic. But I am fussy about who takes care of my dogs. I'm not sure how far in advance Pat and I planned this 4 day jaunt, but we certainly weren't expecting a massive heat wave in the Chicago Metro area.
We arrived at the gardens at opening, which I think is 9a.m. I remember we were out of there by noon. It was in the lower 90's by 10a.m., and neither of us felt like walking around. I also remember I had problems with the larger Canon camera due to the heat. Shutters can get angry in excess heat and humidity. The only other time this has happened to me was on Labor Day in Evansville, IN. one year. That was a film camera, lovely 35mm Nikon (I miss it a lot), where the film started to not move inside the camera. It was 105 degrees that day.
The solution to this problem is to spur-of-the-moment travel with my dogs. Perhaps driving a motor home. With Pat sitting in the passenger seat, screaming.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
|Inside the green house at Biltmore, Asheville NC|
|Love the play of light on the geranium|
|I don't remember the name of this tree/plant|
|close up of the flowers on that tree/plant|
The above photos were taken in May, 2011. Pat and I drove from Indy to Asheville, NC. We then drove to Charleston, SC. I highly recommend a trip to the Biltmore Estate if you have not been. Words can't describe how magnificent it is. Asheville is a very pretty town, and unique. Liberal, hip, progressive. Not at all what you would expect in North Carolina. An oasis.
Have a great day, and thanks for stopping by.
Monday, May 11, 2015
alisaburke: exploring we will go: A while back we made the promise to each other to always make time to seek adventure as a family ( you can read about it here ). Explor...
I so want to go to Oregon. So very much. Enjoy.
I so want to go to Oregon. So very much. Enjoy.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
|Libby, 6 weeks old with her mom, Cheryl|
|Jake, March 2015|
|Gracie, March 2015|
|Rylee, 7 years old (Cheryl's)|
|Max, 2 years old, May 2015|
|Ben, 2 years old, May 2015|
|Dega and Gracie. Dega is 7. May 2015|
With their eyes they can tell us everything. With a nuzzle, lifting your arm to be petted. With a gentle kiss which is actually a lick.
They can bring us great joy, be a royal pain in the ass, and cause your heart to break. But when you are having a bad day, a really horrendous day, there is nothing like a hug from a dog. No feeling in the world can match a dog's head resting on your leg, looking up into your face. Always saying, with those soulful eyes, "I am here."
Happy Mother's Day. Yeah, the dogs count. More than words can relate.