MY BRAIN ON NOTHING

It's a hard thing when you start forgetting. What?
Ohhh, like that the dog show I entered way back there isn't next Sunday it's TOMORROW.
Luckily I had managed to arrange grooming for today, late, back when I was still thinking. And it's a good thing because he has blown coat and is sunburned and looks like....a coyote. a big Coyote. And this is a major if all the dogs show up.

 

I have someone coming out today to give me an estimate on cutting down two dead trees in our yard. That will leave us treeless, except for the little Russian Olive I bought several years ago. It is looking good this year, is about 5 feet tall now. The wife comes out and does the estimate. The last group I had like that was a real mistake.

 

 

Beads. Obviously. I bought these and they are not like anything I have had before. The beads shaped beads are African Trade beads and the tetrahedrons are "black rainbow agate". I am wild about this bunch of beads and want to do something amazing with them but haven't figured out what that is, yet.

This is Sam Beagle. He belonged to my husband when I met him back when the earth was green. Sammy was very funny.

 

That's me. I really looked like that once. Sam Beagle knows I am offering him a biscuit but cannot quite decide whether he should really take it out of my mouth or not. He did.

Mailboxes. Clearly. At the edge of the road by Marble City Glass studios in Knoxville, TN. I have weird taste in subject matter.

 

 

The Gallery window when my son and his partner brought Marble City Glass to town.

 

Wendy. This is Nigel and Llewis's sister many years ago at the International Kennel Club Show. I cannot recall her professional name. Ch. Bonsai's First Class Cheesbrgr in Paradise, I think. When she was born I called her "the Rottweiler" because she was huge and black. There was the Coyote, the Rottweiler, Naomi, Nigel, and Llewis. Two un-named puppies died before they ever got going. One is buried in our garden under a bronze house that my son made. The other never made it home from the C-section.

 

Horse barns at Kentucky Horse Park

 

Told you I had weird taste. Saw this when I was in Des Moines at something or other and we went downtown to the Farmer's Market, a huge, wonderful affair.
Not sure why this appealed to me so much, but it did.

And the end. My beautiful Lillies, gone now.