Rambling Post

What can I say? Alcohol consumption is not the problem. It could be the B-12 deficiency. But, truly, there is no defense for the blog laziness of late.

The weather has turned crisp and inviting. I see from Simply Linda's post today that it's snowing in western New York. Our air temp was about 54* upon arising. Quickly, I busied myself with the morning routine so that I may go outside and "play". For me, that's playing in the dirt. Time to plant the Fall vegetable garden in Southeast Georgia. Whilst engaged in this activity, it came to my attention that no longer does the grass need mowing but the fallen oak leaves must be mulched. Also, I see that the Lantana and other flowering annuals must be trimmed ... and so forth. The fun never ends. But, you know, I wouldn't trade any of this for life in the Big City again, especially back in Florida (or, as I refer to it, Hades). As this Br'er Rabbit would say, I'd sooner live in this briar patch, all things considered. *grin*

Speaking of Hades, Hubby made a two-wheeled trip to that far off land to visit his ailing, elderly father. We don't share a good rapport, so, I kept the home fires burning. Hubby's report is that our once former home is much worse than when we left in 1993. Fascism is rampant (you know, Do This, Don't Do That, Can't You Read The Sign ... ?!). Ugh. There's much more liberty in our woods. I know, liberty, is such a dirty word to the politically correct these days. Thankfully, there are still vestigials of it hiding out if one looks.

The Boys (Jack and Sam) are all well. The are such easy dogs to care for, only requiring a weekly bath ... usually. However, I cleaned them up yesterday, and it lasted, oh, about 5 minutes. First thing they rolled in the powder dry grey soil beneath the nearest Red Cedar Tree. Their once white coats have a tint of grey. I should have named them Pig Pen 1 and Pig Pen 2. I give up on that score.

Both of us are full of piss and vinegar, as my mother would have quoted. In other words, feeling happy and full of energy. I miss my Mom. She passed in 1966. That was such a long time ago.

There have been rides but nothing of note that inspired flowery words to be penned.

But, I'm rambling.

That's about it. Very quiet, tranquil, clean cool breezes and seasonably pleasant here. Lookin' towards Halloween and the planned party with friends. I pray that your week will be blessed.