Why does my dog hate it when I sneeze?
With the Holidays fast approaching, I can’t get with it today.
My laptop quit working with Wi-Fi four days ago. I’ve tried everything. The dinosaur PC’s worked just fine.
On the way to gas up the car, noticed something road-killed. Why did I look? It was a fawn, recently hit by a car, the look of frozen fear still in its eyes.
Why do I let things go for far too long and then overcompensate?
Washed the car in shorts and T-shirt, temperature in mid-seventies. In a few days, it will be no warmer than freezing in the upper Midwest. I’m enjoying this while I can.
Christmas at the beach would be pleasant compared to drifting snow and howling winds.
This Labor Day weekend has been a rainy one.
Because of the rain, oppressive heat has temporarily disappeared along with the sun.
The parade of beachgoers that cut their vacations short, clog the highways.
It’s been an opportunity to get rid of some inside clutter. What good were pieces and parts of old solar yard lights? After four-plus years, there was no guarantee they’d ever work–even with new batteries.
–Image, Pat Peterson, http://www.wkrg.com/
On the beach
On the beach
The birds knew
It was all happening
On the beach
There’s no need to explain. Many of you know what it’s like to go through tragedy and personal loss.
For those reasons, and more, my wife and myself, will be taking a brief hiatus next week.
Our thirty-fifth anniversary is coming up. It will be nice to cruise the Western Caribbean and be waited on hand and foot for a change.
“Why are you taking that old shirt?” Asked my darling wife.
“I don’t know–it’s comfortable,” I answered.
“Get something else. We may want to go somewhere after lounging on the beach.”
So that’s how it’s going around here.
My goal is to look more awkward than the gentleman in white shorts on the right side of the photo.
Under threatening skies
Sirius, the Dog-Star
Reigns supreme in the sky
My imagination hidden
Under the porch
Like a hot, tired hound dog
During scorching days of August.
I could go to the beach anytime I wanted?
No, it’s too sandy
There are too many tourists
I could go fishing?
Too many gnats and bugs
Again–it’s too hot.
The car needs washed?
Here I sit–full of excuses
Doing none of these
All or nothing–never satisfied
“Rocky path to the beach”
“Hawaii’s Big Island–South Point green beach sand”
A quiet moment
In warm sand
At rainbow’s end
“Storm approaching the beach with rain shafts”