I awoke this morning wondering what planet I was on – a week of sleepless nights had finally caught up to me and at last . . . a good solid rest. Already, I’m whispering gratitudes.
Searching for my slippers, the wind is roaring and the sun piercing through the window already, Sandy (our lab), senses I am finally up and follows me around, waiting for me to notice her. She wants her breakfast.
Feeding of Sandy
Her water dish has still gone untouched. For three days now. It’s just an ice cream pail and I’m wondering if my husband used it to mix water and Pine Sol in that last time he had to scrub up one of Sandy’s messes. I don’t smell a Pine Sol scent in there, yet perhaps a dog can smell the residue. Where would she be getting her water for the last three days?
Then I realize that the bathroom door is always open.
I give her a fresh dish of water.
The World News
While the coffee brews, the checking of the news takes place.
Let’s see. . .
Trump is now accusing Obama of a Nixon/Watergate plot to wiretap the Trump Tower. Says The Washington Post. There is no evidence.
Seven tweets in a row – another middle of the night rant, conjuring up new bait for the people to chase after so we forget about his real issues.
If I had a penny for all the times he does this, my little piggy could go to market more often. (That’s such a good line. I just had to use it, Brittany, before I forgot about it.) 🙂
He even poked a jab at The Terminator again for his bad ratings on The Apprentice.
Honestly. (eye ball roll)
Switching to my emails – there are plenty of new Slice of Life posts to read this morning and I’m excited. I adore this community and the writing lives of teachers are so real and at home with me.
Bernice taunts me, “You can’t go there now! Later!”
I quick head over to Facebook.
Just for a minute.
A high school friend is moving to England for a few months and wants to take her sewing machine (she is a mean quilter). Another friend tells her the power/current is different in Europe and it might not work there. They encourage her to buy an adapter or just buy a new machine when she gets to England.
Well. . . isn’t that the strangest thing. Whoda thought we’d have to consider electricity when traveling the world? I need to get out more. I know nothing.
More posts about calling my senators to veto bills. Geez, I should do that.
And, oh my heavens, can you believe there are major cities in the world that are actually making plans to BAN cars within their cities? It’s an effort to reduce carbon emissions and make more room for pedestrians and bicyclists. No US cities are on the list (I don’t think there will be for at least 4 years) but New York is trying to make way for more pedestrians and bike riders on their streets. It’s a start, I guess. But, my, how far the rest of the world is ahead of us.
Moving on to Twitter, I check to see if Trump’s tweets are real.
They are. (eye ball roll again adding a head shake and lip pursing like my mother)
I come across words of Parker Palmer that make me chuckle. Sandy jumps. He restates the words of John Stuewart:
“The presidency is supposed to age the president, not the public.”
Thank you for your truth, Mr. Parker Palmer.
I screen shot those words for a later reference.
Skittish About Snapchat
Oh Snapchat, my eldest son is in a bar somewhere with two girls singing, “Any Man of Mine”. I’m grateful that’s all he sends me.
My grandson, Greyson, is in his high chair feeding their dog, Jax, his Cheerios.
My heart smiles.
My only Snapchat friends are my four children (aged 21-27) so I know what’s going on.But, I don’t want to know EVERYTHING that’s going on. So, I’ve warned them that I can see them. They need to block me if there is inappropriate stuff. I have enough to worry about. Bar brawls and swearing put me over the edge.
Off Into The World
The phone is put away and my coffee topped off.
Time to write and head out into this beautiful world and look for more stories that need to be told.
Laundry, cleaning, and homework will have to wait.
I’m in Storycatcher Mode.