The Honey Pot

the walk was nice

my attitude and mood is still abysmal, maybe this is just my personality. I’m in ~the old bear pit~ again.

it feels like it takes a very long time to make 10 days of food.
I just finished feeding her and she immediately put herself to bed. We haven’t walked yet though. She was very “meh” when I mentioned a walk. I think having watermelon on #foundbeef day used up all her energy and enthusiasm.
Maybe she’ll feel differently when I put on my shoes and head towards the door.

it feels like it takes a very long time to make 10 days of food.

I just finished feeding her and she immediately put herself to bed. We haven’t walked yet though. She was very “meh” when I mentioned a walk. I think having watermelon on #foundbeef day used up all her energy and enthusiasm.

Maybe she’ll feel differently when I put on my shoes and head towards the door.

I took a series of pictures of Jazz on her great GrazeVenture and of me on a SweatVenture where I slowly turn into one giant mosquito bite. NATURE!

that second picture of me is a fairly accurate visual on how I feel my life is going and how I am reacting to that go. In the first picture I’m in THE OLD BEAR PIT.

I removed the golf.

This morning I woke up to a guy hanging out outside my second story window. He was supposed to be there. He was taking off the shutters or something.
And when I went to start laundry he was prepping the basement windows. this works out perfectly. I need an audience all the time. here is my face.
I’m wearing my dream fort sweatshirt because it’s weirdsummer!
Jazz is a bit despondent that her barking has not driven the window guy away but, she did successfully bark at and scare HotNeighbor’s puppy.
and I figured out why I was down in the dumps yesterday. All my regular stuff plus my womb was sending a message of displeasure at having to tear down all her hard work, yelling something like, “this is why we can’t have nice babies”.
that’s all for now. oh. I might reblog Tom Hardy and his dog, like, all night. you’ve been warned.

This morning I woke up to a guy hanging out outside my second story window. He was supposed to be there. He was taking off the shutters or something.

And when I went to start laundry he was prepping the basement windows. this works out perfectly. I need an audience all the time. here is my face.

I’m wearing my dream fort sweatshirt because it’s weirdsummer!

Jazz is a bit despondent that her barking has not driven the window guy away but, she did successfully bark at and scare HotNeighbor’s puppy.

and I figured out why I was down in the dumps yesterday. All my regular stuff plus my womb was sending a message of displeasure at having to tear down all her hard work, yelling something like, “this is why we can’t have nice babies”.

that’s all for now. oh. I might reblog Tom Hardy and his dog, like, all night. you’ve been warned.

it’s cold

I’m one

good walk

and there’s pie

droplets of sweat, all I am is droplets of sweat.

Jazz is trying to convince me to go back for a crumb of bread that she found. She was completely unbothered that a colony of ants had found the crumb first. I had enough “fun” flicking angry dying ants out of her muzzle the first time so,

"NO. THAT IS NOT OUR BREAD! LEAVE IT!"

the outside of the house was power-washed today. And a work crew has taken over Jazz’s yard. She’s handling it pretty well. The walk was sunny and breezy and creek-y. I continue to paint coloring book pages.

I only took one picture at the cookout but it was an important one.

I feel like I NEED beergaritas

I’m going to ignore those feelings and drink water instead

we are hunkered down for the explosion show

Happy 4th. Happy Friday.

She was enjoying auntpretty1’s front yard (the backyard has Bowie cooties) after her first real meal in days but then she wanted to go home and so did I. There’s no place like homebed.

And the sun is still up so it’s like we have power. we still don’t have power.

If you ask UncleDucey how long the power has been out he can tell you in hrs & minutes. “Just before final Jeopardy”.