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When all else fails, go get a hair cut.
There are few things in life that can boost a person’s spirit better than a new haircut. You see, I’ve actually spent the last couple of years trying to grow it out, but it’s been getting to be more of a hassle and so finally, one day last week I said to myself, “why am I doing this again?” And that was it.
Three nights and 7″ of hair piled up on the floor later, I’m free. Nothing much else has changed, but I certainly feel better.
Idyllic. In every way. It is easy to imagine the perfect lives that must live behind the walls of the elegant farm houses I rush past at 72mph. Easy because I don’t know them, have never seen them, will never see them (that I know of).
I imagine their perfect, homey holidays around their family hearths, the scent of cinnamon and apples filling the air. Their undoubtedly peaceful existence as they watch the sun set on their fields, the frost kissing the leaves just outside their shimmering windows of joy.
You see, ignorance IS bliss.
Following up from this post. :)
She’s uncomfortable though. Every now and then she will whimper, and she has difficulty finding a comfortable position to lay in. She’s taken to frequent heavy sighs. So, I called her vet this afternoon and got some stronger pain meds for her. She’s been a lot more relaxed and content ever since.
This afternoon, Robert and I met Officer Smyth with the Animal Control Division of our Local P.D. Read more…
Subdued. Everything is calm and quiet. Lucy is laying at my feet as I write, alert and listening for Robert to come back from the store. She’s been staying close to me and Rob all day long and seems fine…until one of us leaves the room. Clearly she wants us nearby.
The clouds have moved in, driving away heat and sun for another year. Autumn settles heavily around us. This is not a bad thing though. I have always preferred a good thunder storm to a claustrophobic summer day.
I can’t believe she’s about to turn 14.
It’s enough to make anyone go gray. ;)
For a pinata, being the life of the party is the last thing it’ll ever do.
Oh…the horror of it all.
Seriously…look at this face:
Did I ever mention that my Lucy is a compulsive liar?
Yes, yes you would Lucy and you know it. You lie all the time! You claim that we are being invaded on a regular basis and proceed to launch yourself, with your *BARK* on full volume, at any thump, bump, or sound that is even remotely close to a door knock…
…also that you claim no one ever feeds you…just so you can get seconds. You know you do!
Not to mention the fact that if it rattles, clinks, or scrapes, CLEARLY the world is ending and you wind up in a shivering ball of shaking puppy on my lap and leaning so far into me that I have difficulty breathing. Imagine…a fifty pound lap dog trying to crawl under your shirt, good grief!
Yes. But since you are otherwise a most noble and admirable canine, Lucy, I don’t hold any of this against you. You’re too durn cute.
I do not fish. Sadly, I have little interest beyond reading a book in the boat while my man fishes instead. We’ve never had the chance to do that even. It’s sad when life is SO busy you can’t even find yourself a boat and go read while your spouse does some fishin’. *sigh*
ANYWAY…my daughter does fish because Mr. BluEyedDaizy is teaching her, and she loves it! *grin* Recently, she was able to talk me into taking her to the local ponds for some quick fishin’ in which I was assured all I would have to do was sit back, relax and just enjoy the scenery. Instead, I found myself fighting off mosquitoes, trying to keep little girl from falling in, trying to keep myself from falling in, and I was turned into Captain Detangler as it seemed that every third or fourth cast her reel would explode into a fistful of knots. Lol.
She only managed to catch two things: a nearby tree branch…and this:
Ah…well, she is miles ahead of me at this point and if she keeps going, no doubt she’ll be reeling in some lovely rainbow trout before long. Of course, we’ll have to go to a lake that actually HAS rainbow trout…but if you’ve ever had the opportunity to have trout that fresh, you’d think it was worth the trip too.
I am BluEyedDaizy. I mispell. Alot. ;)
