Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Love on the hoof...
Here is my daughter and son-in-law's new poopie, Roux. It is such fun watching them loving this dog. They just got their first house, you know. Nesting so sweetly. Ah, I remember those days. Except there were already four kids, one of mine and three of his, and the quiet nesting never happened. Well, now it is. I am happily nested here with the Pickle and the Punkin, and no one to ask "what's for dinner" or "where are you going" and "when will you get back". Just the little yellow house, with its resident mice scurrying around in the night time, and furry barking machines, currently on their daily patrol of the fence in the backyard. I think a cup of candy cane tea is in order. Yes.