Dookie, our ride to the Island, he loved the open windows, the feel of the wind on his face. It made me feel happy to look at him. Photo by Riley.
I'm stressed. I feel alone a lot of the time. And although I love alone time, it has been feeling a little overwhelming lately. That's the absolute truth. Nearly everyone who ever said they would be there for me, isn't. What can I do? Just deal, I suppose.
The recent rain we've had feels somewhat cleansing. The dogs track mud into the house, but it's a sign of life I think. They sleep so well now that we are three, instead of two. I like it too. Duke hogs the bed, but small price to pay for a very happy dog.
At my mother's, their garden is ready for harvest. I meant to grab cucumbers, zucchini and cabbage but I totally forgot in the hustle to grab the early morning ferry from South Bay. Instead, I'm looking at this huge watermelon sitting in the fridge, which seems daunting to cut up. Maybe tomorrow.
it's hard to keep typing with this extended keyboard instead of the laptop. I feel disconnected :)
Talk to you soon,
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