Nia stretches, elongating her spine. “Quite an improvement over yesterday’s burro.” Thalia picks a stray pice of oatmeal cookie from their keyboard and pops it in her mouth. “Ahhhhhssssssssss-k me what a homophone is?” Cal bites. “What’s a homophone?”
Naked Words from long ago feel fresh to me today! 😊
The burro must have gotten a good night’s rest? Or Michelangelo may have whispered in your ear, suggesting that stepping away from our work allows us to return with a new perspective. 🤷🏽
Eleven week-old puppy breath is decidedly irresistible.
Now that I write short dialogue rich pieces, it's really interesting to see my roots and where I started. :) I'm not sure I could (want to?) ever transition back.
I spent a fair amount of time on the "new burro" yesterday. I didn't rush, took it in steps, let it come to me. 😉
Riker is rolt-poly adorable. I might have to stop back soon!
Does today’s donkey know any other Bob Marley songs? (Of course “Redemption” was a fabulous selection.)
Tal’s treatment of the piece of cookie reminds me of our dog and cat, eagerly awaiting our de-tabling at the end of a meal. They’re the vacuum crew with hawk eye vision and eager tongues. And quieter than a Roomba.
With this energetic start to your day, I see many accomplishments in the offing! Don’t overload the burro... 😊
I don't know how people have babies/toddlers without pet vacuums. 🤷🏻♀️ Elsa (our first lab retriever crossed the rainbow bridge on Nathaniel's first day of school. It was almost more than my heart could take.
It's a dreary one here -- cold and wet. Time to suck-it-up-buttercup -- to bundle -- and to get Henny out to run.
A note from LoveLetterist:
I feel...
empowered
by
this
second
attempt.
There's
great
joy
found
persistence!
In other news...
I picked up birdseed from the feed mill in town this week. Local chickadees, juncos, and nuthatches are visiting.
This is a double treat for me because:
a.) I got to meet 11-week-old golden retriever pup "Riker" at the feed mill and,
b.) The feasting fliers are fun to watch.
If you have an extra minute you might like:
https://medium.com/100-naked-words/grow-where-your-planted-3cb0c23a3739
Naked Words from long ago feel fresh to me today! 😊
The burro must have gotten a good night’s rest? Or Michelangelo may have whispered in your ear, suggesting that stepping away from our work allows us to return with a new perspective. 🤷🏽
Eleven week-old puppy breath is decidedly irresistible.
Now that I write short dialogue rich pieces, it's really interesting to see my roots and where I started. :) I'm not sure I could (want to?) ever transition back.
I spent a fair amount of time on the "new burro" yesterday. I didn't rush, took it in steps, let it come to me. 😉
Riker is rolt-poly adorable. I might have to stop back soon!
Does today’s donkey know any other Bob Marley songs? (Of course “Redemption” was a fabulous selection.)
Tal’s treatment of the piece of cookie reminds me of our dog and cat, eagerly awaiting our de-tabling at the end of a meal. They’re the vacuum crew with hawk eye vision and eager tongues. And quieter than a Roomba.
With this energetic start to your day, I see many accomplishments in the offing! Don’t overload the burro... 😊
I don't know how people have babies/toddlers without pet vacuums. 🤷🏻♀️ Elsa (our first lab retriever crossed the rainbow bridge on Nathaniel's first day of school. It was almost more than my heart could take.
It's a dreary one here -- cold and wet. Time to suck-it-up-buttercup -- to bundle -- and to get Henny out to run.