It's that day.
The day you sort of float a bunch of ideas out there just to see where they land.
Join the fun with Stacy and the gang.
I took this picture with my phone on the second floor veranda of Oak Alley Plantation one of the days I was in New Orleans. I like it even though I know that a thousand people have the same shot. I had planned to do a poem about paths but my brain hasn't been in poem mode. I bet Jen could pop one out in a minute because she's clever like that but I have to really think about poem writing. And, then they usually are greeting card silly.
I still haven't found my camera from the move yet and it is starting to bother me. Sigh, it will turn up.
I've got a 3/4 finished "My Misspent Youth" story sitting on my computer. One of my best I might add. I really should finish it. I promised Gretchen that I'd let her post it when she is on vacation again but it is really long. What do you all think about letting her post the first half one day and I post the second half the next? We post each half on the same day? Post all of it here and send her a shorter misspent youth story? Help!
We were hoping that by getting a place with the master bedroom on the second floor the Corgie would get more exercise (because he is a tad overweight. Like overweight enough that the last time JR walked him someone asked if he was pregnant.), you know going up and down the stairs. Meh...not so much. Tripper seems to have thought through the process and decided that there is no reason to come down in the morning because I'll just be coming up to get ready for work. After coming down to bark at me when I leave for work there is no reason to go up in the day time until it is time to go to bed. So in effect he has reduced the trips up and down the steps to the bare minimum. Smart/lazy dog. Nessa on the other hand follows me up and follows me down no matter how many trips I make. Usually she's at a dead run not more than a stair tread ahead of me. Then she stops and my momentum makes me plow right into her. Not a problem going up. Going down is a whole other issue.
My new commute is twice as long and takes me half as long. Go figure. Who knew that when you have no traffic lights and all freeway miles the commute would shorten up. I was never any good at math.
The mosquitoes have been particularly vicious at this new place. Possibly because there is much more greenery surrounding it. Anyway, I have a bite right on the tip on my left index figure. That itches like crazy!
Okay, that's enough for me. I have to get ready for work. Tripper is now laying on the couch in the living room. Trust me, he will not bother following me up the stairs when I go to get ready. That would be too exhausting.