It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
There were minor adjustments to the garden this morning when Latte was terrorizing my pepper plants. I should have bought Habanero — that would have cured her. Instead I gated the deck. Latte also jumped into my pot where cucumbers are planted so I put tomato cages to block her jumps. Did I mention that…
For those of you worried about Latte’s juvenile record, I believe she gets a couple more chances before there is a formal complaint about her outspokenness. We’ve had quite a few heart-to-heart talks over the weekend. Poor Latte is exhausted from trying so hard to be good while Java is exhausted from trying to be…
Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say…
I’m a little embarrassed about yesterday’s post. I’m a quiet, private kind of girl. A Zen dog — the kind of dog that Maery needs. Latte on the other hand is a Zany dog. She and Maery are a bit too alike to be good for each other in large doses. The whole bathroom thing…
This is the time of year
For reading
And snuggling
And writing
And hot cocoa
And peppermint schnapps
And sitting by a fire…
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
