The Morning is Cool

My walk this morning was glorious. I’m feeling kind of anxious, partially because there’s a lot to do that can’t be done until other people get their part done and then par… oh, god, actually, that’s all my anxiety in life–waiting to see if people are going to do their parts.

I’ve been doing a great deal of thinking about Pink Lizzie and how sad it is that she’s fallen out of fashion.

And I have books to get at the library!

My parents aren’t spending any time down in Georgia. So, I’m wondering what’s going on with them. I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

This Dog

Last night was the first time he met the nephews and he was in heaven. He sat on them and then lounged around while they shot the bb gun. But my favorite thing, beyond all favorite things, is how, even though my dad has no lap to speak of that is not covered with belly when he sits, this giant dog will spend fifteen minutes every visit trying to figure out how to climb up into my dad’s lap.

Say what you want about my dad, and I do, dogs immediately love him.