critter world and sleepy accommodators

11:53 p.m. – dog jangles collar tags together in a nervous scratch, then paws the bed until she gets “permission” to jump up. She’s often found in the middle of the bed when I get home, but with Mike in bed, she asks. Good dog. Knows who the pushover in the family is.

11:54 p.m. – continues nervous scratching until Mike gives the “up” command. Obviously, a storm is coming and she does not want to be alone, poor thing, on my good sofa in the other room. Not sure if the storm is inside or outside yet, however. Mike calls her up but then immediately gets angry with her for her many circles she must make before she can lie down. Annette worries dog will have submissive wetting thing, and she’ll be changing sheets at midnight.

12:00 a.m. – storm begins, lots of thunder, lightning, and side-ways wind causing hail to hit windows. Life is not fun for a neurotic dog and a tired woman who needs her sleep to be socially presentable in a few hours.

3:00 a.m. – storm finally over, but dog is collecting all the covers, and syncopates snoring with Mike.

4:30 a.m. – Annette finishes praying for everyone she can think of, has diagnosed the dog with post traumatic stress disorder, and again feels guilty for the time she left the dog outside in a surprise hail storm three years ago, then makes mental notes to ask vet for doggy Prozac, and finally, falls back asleep.

6:30 a.m. – alarm goes off, and Annette gets up to make coffee while dog sleeps in.

It’s a dog’s world.

Or maybe a squirrel’s… This was my front door display until several pesty guests thought they were invited for dinner. That’s ornamental corn. I hope it wasn’t treated with pesticides. Or maybe I don’t care.

 

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making new friends and keeping the old

Last Saturday, I had the most delightful lunch with Annette. We have gone back and forth being Annette #2, the other Annette, whatever, so as not to confuse. When I found her blog, I asked her if she was the one that wrote the beautiful prayers on Beth Moore’s blog. When she said yes, I knew we could be good friends. She has such a beautiful heart. Lunch flew by as we talked about everything from family to church, and even one of my neighbors who is her sister-in-law. I was given a sweet gift to put “skin on” that beautiful heart I had already come to know–and lunch was great, too.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, (I always wanted to say that), we are finally putting together our weekend home which someday will be our retirement home. I think that is why so many things have changed along the way. We are trying to think ahead and have it convenient and relaxing. With its beautiful setting, it’s hard not to be relaxing, but convenient is another story. We’ve been cleaning and sprucing up things at both houses to have everything in “company” order (if they don’t open too many drawers!)

So, now our dear friends who now live in Arkansas and Oklahoma are coming to visit today and we’ll have a few days of R & R with catching up and simply sharing good food and good times. We’ve known them 28 years and so that qualifies them as our oldest and dearest friends. I better get running but wanted to share a couple of pictures…

new friend, Annette

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and our forever dear friends, Ken and Karen

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dancing leaves and hearts

THIS is it! That glorious day in Houston, Texas that comes to all who wait patiently. Hope springs eternal this day. There is a little skip in my step, a flutter in my heart. At last–my favorite non-holiday day of the year. This morning, sun radiates through the trees, and the fragile, ever-crispening leaves shiver as the cool breeze begins to shake them to the ground. The chattering birds sense it, too. It is beautifully and wondrously cool this morning. Welcome first signs of FALL! I dance with joy.