This is what was coming our way Saturday night
so I kept the fence off.
I was waiting for those vertical things to start
twisting and dancing.
Sunday morning, as I was further away from the barn,
I saw Lucy, George and ... Alan? Naw...he isn't that full figured.
My heart was in my throat 'cause it looked like
cows in the pasture! But as I got closer,
they were on the correct side. Whew!
So I hurried back to turn the fence on and left them
like this, wettin' their pipes.
When I got back, this is what I found.
I know it was closed!
Checked the rain gauge and we got .01? .02?
And an ant.
I had a wonderful breakfast
(love that egg cooker thingy!)...
...before I had to murder the kamikaze fly
that harassed me part of the night.
Johnny must have eaten out last nite – his food wasn't touched.
But he has been checking in for scratches and nail-digging cuddles.
I know your readers will be wondering about him.
Meanwhile, down in Florida, I've been spending time with my mom,
sister and brother-in-law. After dinner at sister's house on Sunday and
before taking mom home, I suggested we take a family selfie.
Mom was skeptical, never having heard the term.
My brother-in-law allowed as how "selfie" wasn't an appropriate name
for a photo with more than one self. I agreed and suggested this be called a "groupie."
So now I'm sitting here writing a blog post,
drinking a beer out of a can that's shaped like a bottle
and watching a basketball game.
Florida is a very strange place.