We always know when the mailman comes (I should say 'mail deliverer' since it could be a woman) because our dog, Brigit barks when he or she is on our porch.
Brigit didn't bark for 3 years after we adopted her as an abused dog.
But she found her voice a few months ago.
I hate the sound, but I'm so, so glad she thinks she's safe enough to bark....
Driving up to Trinity Church, Milton, normally takes around half-an-hour.
But Wednesday I got stuck in a traffic jam a few miles before the Watertown exit off RT 8 North. It took me 20 minutes to go 2 miles and then it simply broke up. Try as I may I can't come up with a reason that it happened....
Then, on the way back, somewhere in Waterbury on I 84, my power steering went off.
I nearly lost both arms driving without it.
I called our favorite service place when I got home and they couldn't look at it until Friday.
I took it down today--power steering working fine--and left it for them to look at tomorrow.
I can't figure that out any more than the traffic traffic jam.
I wish I had the super power to 'beam' myself to places and not use a car....
We have a spider web on the wall of our tiny back porch between the back door and a window to our living room.
Insects get caught in it and my leaning is to free them. But Bern tells me 'no, let Nature take it's course."
I've come to agree with her.
Though we humans do a lot to destroy Nature, we should let it take it's course.
And do all we can not to destroy it.
My father was in New York City ready to ship off to Europe in WW II when a generous man gave him and some of his friends tickets to a Yankees/Dodgers World Series game.
Being from Southern West Virginia in the 40's, no baseball team was close enough to root for.
So he decided whoever won the game would be his team.
The Yankees won.
So I grew up as a Yankees fan and am until this day.
They just won the East and are on their way to the playoffs.
Go Yankees!
...how I used to go up and down stairs easily.
But not now.
My knees are bad.
I hurt and have to be careful coming up stairs.
I'm better going down, but not by much.
Oh, I long for those days when stairs were just stairs and not a problem....
All you have to do is watch a Trump rally to realize how messed up in the head he is.
Every other sentence and text he puts out is full of lies.
Though some of his rallies aren't full, the people who are there are fully supportive of him.
It's like the Republican Party is a cult not a political party.
I pray and pray that Harris beats him.
If she doesn't I will sink into depression and our country will be a mad house.
A truly 'mad house'.
Bern's been working in the front and back yards for a week or more.
(She leaves the side yard alone since our pet cemetery is there!)
I watched her do a lot of it but even with first hand knowledge of her work, I have no idea what she's doing!
She shears branches and cuts them up.
She digs up plants and cuts them up.
She removes things and cuts them up.
Today I counted and found 10 leave bags full--those big old bags.
And I have no idea what she's doing or why.
If she goes to the home before me, I'll be living in a jungle before long....
But odds are I'll go to the home first and she'll continue doing what she does in the yards.
And I'll be so demented I won't wonder what she's doing....
