SORRY !!! Circumstances appear to have stifled my artistic inspiration and putting words together has lately been about as difficult as finding my way home without my GPS. …..however, today has been a real “blog moment” day !!!
We went to Bremerton to meet the ferry and our new WOOFER ( house guest/ trainee), Carly. My instructions were, as I was ejected from our now very dented ( no blame policy !) Chevy truck, to intercept and recover a young blonde white lady wearing a brown fleece, black leggings and a bicycle. So there I was, watching for all the identifying clues when I saw a bicycle wheel appearing from the elevator…I leapt forward smiling in greeting only to make very close eye contact and TOO close body contact with an old man with dark curly hair who clearly wasn’t Caucasian. Just to add insult to injury, at that moment I heard what I can only identify as Greg’s dog whistle…to me ??? Apparently, our young lady with a bicycle had found our dented old truck, we hadn’t found her, I hadn’t heard my cell phone and Greg had resorted to whistling me back. I was unsure whether I was expected to bark or growl !!!
I’d like welcome Carly who has arrived at the ranch for a three week visit and clearly shows the strength of character to survive even the most bizarre of days. Was there an earthquake today….a passing of the moon and sun…a solar eclipse ?
Mr. Beauty with attitude, Charm, the golden palomino chose today to wander out of his stall after I had assured Carly that he wouldn’t. The round bales that have reminded Greg just why he hates round bales….shifted and threatened the structural safety of the barn. The grass hay bale stack collapsed and the sheep had a mutiny. Bran the Border Collie rebelled and caused total chaos with the ruminant revolution and Misty the expectant Jersey Cow decided to check out the enticingly green world on the other side of her unsecured gate.
Just to add insult to injury, rub salt in the wounds and make us wonder just why we got out of bed this morning….some low life has hacked into our e mail account. The post master has spent the entire day returning mail to us that we haven’t even sent…to recipients that we don’t even know. Consequently, we have to change all our passwords, which means that I’m going to be locked out of all our accounts until I become accustomed to our new enforced identity. I DON’T do change !!!
So, as the cuckoo clock advises us that it is bedtime, as the Fox 13 Meterologist surveys the double Doppler radar and predicts the second great flood and Bran the Border Collie heads out to water the flora and fauna, I look forward to tomorrow when Charm will stay in his stall, the round bales wont roll, the grass hay stays where it was stacked, Bran will behave like Lassie, the sheep will remember they are sheep and Misty will stay at home in the cow barn. Oh yes, and the human being without a conscience will realize how sad his existence really is. Take care, keep safe ( and out of our e mail account) M
We went to Bremerton to meet the ferry and our new WOOFER ( house guest/ trainee), Carly. My instructions were, as I was ejected from our now very dented ( no blame policy !) Chevy truck, to intercept and recover a young blonde white lady wearing a brown fleece, black leggings and a bicycle. So there I was, watching for all the identifying clues when I saw a bicycle wheel appearing from the elevator…I leapt forward smiling in greeting only to make very close eye contact and TOO close body contact with an old man with dark curly hair who clearly wasn’t Caucasian. Just to add insult to injury, at that moment I heard what I can only identify as Greg’s dog whistle…to me ??? Apparently, our young lady with a bicycle had found our dented old truck, we hadn’t found her, I hadn’t heard my cell phone and Greg had resorted to whistling me back. I was unsure whether I was expected to bark or growl !!!
I’d like welcome Carly who has arrived at the ranch for a three week visit and clearly shows the strength of character to survive even the most bizarre of days. Was there an earthquake today….a passing of the moon and sun…a solar eclipse ?
Mr. Beauty with attitude, Charm, the golden palomino chose today to wander out of his stall after I had assured Carly that he wouldn’t. The round bales that have reminded Greg just why he hates round bales….shifted and threatened the structural safety of the barn. The grass hay bale stack collapsed and the sheep had a mutiny. Bran the Border Collie rebelled and caused total chaos with the ruminant revolution and Misty the expectant Jersey Cow decided to check out the enticingly green world on the other side of her unsecured gate.
Just to add insult to injury, rub salt in the wounds and make us wonder just why we got out of bed this morning….some low life has hacked into our e mail account. The post master has spent the entire day returning mail to us that we haven’t even sent…to recipients that we don’t even know. Consequently, we have to change all our passwords, which means that I’m going to be locked out of all our accounts until I become accustomed to our new enforced identity. I DON’T do change !!!
So, as the cuckoo clock advises us that it is bedtime, as the Fox 13 Meterologist surveys the double Doppler radar and predicts the second great flood and Bran the Border Collie heads out to water the flora and fauna, I look forward to tomorrow when Charm will stay in his stall, the round bales wont roll, the grass hay stays where it was stacked, Bran will behave like Lassie, the sheep will remember they are sheep and Misty will stay at home in the cow barn. Oh yes, and the human being without a conscience will realize how sad his existence really is. Take care, keep safe ( and out of our e mail account) M
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