Woke up before 6:00 a.m. to the sound of thunder, and the storm is just now moving out of the area. The Scampers wouldn’t go outside without me, and so I took my camera with me.
Bending in the Wind
I didn’t get to bed when I should have, last night, and so I am feeling not the thing, this morning, in spite of Toddy coffee, three ounces of fish (reheated from last night), and a slice of bread with peanut butter for breakfast.
Given the dark clouds, the first photographs of the morning were flash illuminated.
Husband and puppies are snoring, again. Think I’ll go back to bed, now.
If we were having coffee together, this morning (Yes, two days in a row!), I would tell you about yesterday’s adventures, covering the conduit trenches and related dirt as wind gusts threatened to tear the plastic sheeting from our hands before we could pin them down with old railroad ties and other assorted heavy items. We had already covered the trenches with scrap boards, so I don’t expect the trenches will fill with water. … I hope.
My fasting blood sugar was a bit high, and so I am offering hardboiled eggs to go with the morning coffee. What do you get wrapped up in doing, last thing before bedtime, that keeps you up till all hours? For myself, I was rereading a favorite book from L.E. Modesitt, Jr.’s Imager Portfolio. And playing Dragonboard (an old Mahjongg board computer game); it doesn’t work quite right on the Windows 10 system, but it still creeps along, and I like it better than anything Microsoft apps offer. We were late getting to “puppy time”, last night, and the dogs were not inclined to play before going to sleep.
Thanks to Saturday’s activities, tacking things down before the rains came, we did not get to the butcher shop. We hope to fit that in before Al has to go off to work his volunteer shift at two o’clock. He’s working a shift three days in a row; volunteers are slow to get back onboard with scheduling following the summer’s reduced Open hours. The butcher shop has resumed posting its specials on its web page instead of their “Please call for weekly specials”, and the sale on chicken breast tempts me. I have salt-free Cajun seasoning that I favor. Although sassafras with garlic powder and a bare touch of cayenne pepper also works.
If we were having coffee together (before the real world begins for the day), I would confess that I intend to make up for last night’s short sleep by taking a nap with the puppies, once Al heads out for the afternoon.
I hope that your Sunday is/was pleasant. Looking forward to seeing you again soon!
And I have yet to get up to make coffee. The puppies are still asleep, but I suspect that Al got up earlier to let them out and then put them back into their kennels again. We had thunderstorms, yesterday, and the dogs had no problem going out into the back yard until the lightning/thunder got really close. They enjoy the rain, when it is not icy cold. Charlie rediscovered the puddle of rain water below the eave trough on the garden shed. He seems to enjoy drinking from it.
It’s been a tough couple of days for concentrating on doing things. Not handling interruptions well. I think I’ve poison ivy rash on my feet and ankles. Vinegar and baking soda, I believe, for the first round of treatment. And laundering the bedding again.
Playing piano every day and getting on the exercise bike. Dishes are washed. But I am not writing or tackling the tasks that require words.
The most difficult task when taking wildflower photographs in the back yard is getting a shot of the flower without a Scamper (or two) in the frame. This morning, I took photographs of tulips in the side yard, which is not fenced in, and that worked much better.
Raindrops remained on some of the flowers and leaves. I like the way my surroundings are reflected in the droplets. Many little drops, all reflecting the same view.
The Scampers woke me at 7:30 a.m., and I’ve been up ever since. Still hoping for a nap before they’re ready for lunch. This morning’s noise event was triggered by a Utility Services company, come to put up flags in the next-door back yard, so that our new neighbors can safely prepare a garden bed. Thaddeus has decided that he’s a guard dog. Charlie’s decided that he’s quite handsome and flops down to strike poses whenever I’ve a camera in hand.
I was able to sort and load many boxes to set out on the curb during Spring Clean-up Week. About half the books, the trumpet and the cornet were picked up before the city trucks came past to haul away the rest. We emptied many shelves. The Great Books set, which Tim said one of his sons would want, is sitting in the garage. I have neither offer to haul them away nor address to which I could ship them, next payday. I am also waiting to hear from the person who supposedly wants our piano.