Bulbul’s Bubble gives us this weeks prompt.
“Write an exactly 20-word story (excluding the title) using the prompt (the prompt word may/may not be present in the story).”
My dog acts like a cat.
She’s finicky about her food,
likes to climb onto high places,
and can purr.
It was a wonderful day in my garden today.
I am grateful for my lovely tree with all its beautiful color. It has visits from hummingbirds, bees, birds, and pesky squirrels. It is a peaceful part of my yard that I enjoy most when it is filled with purple.
This jacaranda is in the lower yard. This is the view from my balcony,
The two small trees in the upper yard have awesome yellow flowers. The bees love these blooms.
The yellow daylilies are in various spots in my yard. Some years I have tons, but this year there have been only a few blooms. I am grateful every time I see one.
The starlilies are in my front and back yards. They have had more blooms this year than any before.
After watering everywhere Annie joins me on the swing. She makes every day a special day. When we go out front she has no leash. She stays right by my side. If someone passes by the house, she runs back through the house, and barks at them from the back yard.
Sunsets out back are lovely. I am grateful for my home and the joys I find in my gardens.
Another very hot day in Southern California. I wonder why I live in this insanity and then I look at the rest of the US and I count my blessings. One good thing is that my hands do not hurt so much in the heat. Once upon a time I loved the high nineties. It just felt so good to not be cold all the time. But thanks to my fibro, I run much hotter all the time. I can’t take the extreme heat that I used to enjoy. I become drained and lethargic with the heat now. I just don’t like it.
The temps were too much to be mingling about too long outside. So after watering my yards I picked up more garbage to add to the cans before the early trash man arrived. I was back in the house and starting laundry before Z3 awoke. He of course did not want to eat but was anxious to play Sequence. I think he has an addiction to board games, or just to having adults to himself. Before it got too hot Z3 went in to the kiddie pool. I fussed about the yard while he cooled off. Before coming inside, I joined him in the water.
We took a quick trip to the grocery store for my spouse to pick up meds and bagels for lunch. Z3 wanted a cool lunch of yogurt and fruit. None of us had much energy again today. We enjoyed playing board games, eating Popsicles, and laying around. Z3 even got some TV time today which he thought was amazing. After dinner Z3 had another romp in the kiddie pool and I played outside with the dog. She has been play deprived in the heat. Early mornings and late evenings are the only time we get to play fetch. She kept going tonight for much longer than usual. I am glad we had our play time. As the solar lights were all coming on outside Z3 was ready to go in. It was perfect timing.
Popcicles and more board games filled our evening. Z3 finished painting and decorating the last of his three wooden race cars we bought for him. No movie tonight. Z3 was forlorn when we spoke of packing up his belongings so he would be ready to go home tomorrow. When his mom called he wanted to talk to Z1. He has missed him quite a lot.
Tomorrow my summer of grand-kids extended holidays will be over. Next week my school has Panther Camp and I won’t be participating. I won’t be meeting the incoming sixth graders and getting to know them. I won’t be setting up my classroom this year. I won’t be planning lessons this year.
I am grateful for new opportunities to grow. I am grateful for this August being a new beginning.
Linda Hill’s stream of consciousness makes my Saturday blog different than my norm. It means instead of focusing on what repeatedly popped in my head, I need to focus on what popped in my head from her topic. A subtle difference but one I enjoy.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “for/fore/four.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you want. Bonus points for using all three. Enjoy!
As is my usual goal I attempt to join my blog topic with her parameters.
I was waiting for Annie to give her a bath today. She decided to play in the area I had painted again. I thought she had paint on all four of her limbs, but happily the fore legs were not dotted with white paint. I adore our four legged furbaby. She brings such joy to my life. She is well behaved, most of the time. She loves attention as done any dog. She always wants to be wherever her people are. She has a bed in almost all the rooms in our house. The only time Annie is allowed up on the furniture is outside. She likes to sit on the swing when anyone is there. But of course, her rules still apply. She must be petted at every moment.
I am grateful we rehomed this little mixed breed. Before her, we had Brittany Spaniels as our last many rescue dogs. I am grateful that she is such a good bark dog. She always lets me know if someone is near. I am grateful she dislikes the squirrels as much as I do. Perhaps with her help, we will actually get to eat some of the pomegranates off our tree this year. I am grateful she has caught a few critters. I am not as grateful that she likes to bring them to us as a present.
I am grateful for the opportunity to join in the SoCS blog challenge. If you would like to join in the Saturday challenge, saunter over to Linda’s blog to see all the guidelines. I always try to read as many other blogs as I can. Usually the variety of interpretations are so varied.
I knew I needed an early start today as the weather is projected to be 105 F. So before my spouse was even out of the shower I was outside painting the caps on the numerous retaining walls in my back yard. I purchased the paint months ago and today was the day for me to complete the task. Typically when I work in the yard, at length, I tend to solve the world’s problems. At least in my head.
I’ve learned some people meditate on a walk or jog so I figured I could meditate while I painted. I brought over an outside chair, dressed in my painting clothes, and prepared to work. Realizing as of late that I am able to meditate better with planned noise, I found a two hour YouTube meditation. It was highly effective. As I worked on my chore I had my typical brain wanderings. I was disturbed early in the process by the awful squirrels running along the fence which drove my dog crazy. Once they had escaped to the open area beyond my fence things calmed down. I then kept trying to remember the Huck Finn reference about painting. I wondered if someone in this day and age could be fooled into doing the tedious job. I actually enjoy painting, but boy am I messy.
It wasn’t long before I was in deep thought. This week I have been hearing ad after ad about Father’s Day. At different points in my life this holiday has brought sadness, wistfulness, and melancholy, but never joy. I remembered the many many “father figures” that have been in my life. I was never connected to any of my stepfathers as a child except the first one. He was more a dad to me than my own father. So at the ripe old age of four when he would beat my mother, I decided I never wanted a dad again. These memories did not bring me tears this time. I just moved past them. Then I thought about stepdad number seven. While not perfect (no one is) he was the best thing that ever happened to my mom. I would not have believed that when I first learned of him. I went over to my mother’s house because it was my birthday and typically my mother would make a special dinner for me. Instead of having dinner I found a note on her kitchen table that said “Sorry I can’t be here for your birthday, I’ve gone to Vegas to get married.” I had no idea who it was she was marrying this time. My only thought was oh well, here we go again. The first Father’s Day of their marriage I did not acknowledge his presence. I had not done so with any of the former men and did not feel compelled to do so. After a while I came to know this gentle man and to love him. As I was an adult when they married, I never felt compelled to call him Dad. But my fond memories of him were that he was good to and for my mom. For that I shall forever be grateful. I came to love him and the to love the way he accepted my children. K1 was always called pumpkin by him as a toddler. She decided to give him a name also. She named him Pickum. It wasn’t long before everyone in the immediate family called him Pickum. He is the only man I have ever made and purchased Father’s Days gifts for. These thoughts brought tears of thankfulness. My brain then went to his final days in this realm. He was always reading his Bible. I hoped it gave him peace. I wondered what his passing would do to my mom.
Then I went back to Father’s Day. I thought of my dear cousin who had an amazing Father and I feel her loss. My uncle was so kind and caring. I miss him so much. It wasn’t long until I was thinking about all the women I know who no longer have their fathers. I never had that gift of a loving dad. As much as I loved W, he was my mom’s husband, not my dad. So on this week before Father’s Day, I was still confused about my feelings. It will just be another day like any other. I don’t have a deep sense of loss. I don’t know what I feel.
My brain finally left the Father’s Day track and moved to thoughts of annoying critters in my yard. I check my phone and it had been two hours. I continued to paint until my phone died. Then I turned on the outside radio. Loving the music helped me continue with my chore. After three and a half hours I finished. Sadly it was not before my silly dog chased a squirrel and got white paint all over her paws. So into the house for a clean up. The dog was not happy with her required shower.