Showing posts with label summer time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer time. Show all posts

Monday, July 26, 2010

M & M Monday

We have spent most of our time inside in the blessed AC. It has been so H-O-T!  This is Millie's spot. I have 2 beds stacked so she can see comfortably out the window. Yesterday, she barked. And then again. What is it, Mil? What do you see?





A turkey!

 


 

 Recently Neighbor Dave did some repairs on the foundation of the house and he reseeded the grass. This is one of Maggie's favourite spots outside. We did manage to have a bit of rain, which made it muddy. She doesn't seem to have a problem with the mud!

 As evidenced by her muddy nose!  *sigh*  :-)

Monday, May 31, 2010

M&M Monday

Maggie and Millie have been enJOYing these summery days outside. Here are a few pix I took out my living room window:


Millie rolling around on her back. :-)

Hanging out with the laundry.

I love seeing Millie doing this!



:-)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Present Moment

Years ago, I had some neighbors who had a condo in Ocean City and they would spend weekends and a few weeks there every summer. I had been regaled with tales of how wonderful . . . the restaurants were. We have to go to such-n-such place, they have the BEST fill-in-the-blank, they would say. So one summer, we went to visit for the day. They were right on the ocean with a beautiful view overlooking the water. There was lots of chit-chat, just wait til you get to the beach. Oh, it's beautiful. Then we made it down to the beach. As we were sitting on the beach: just wait til we have lunch, we'll go to ________, they have the best crab legs/cakes/soup/whatever. What made this extra-amusing to me was that my husband HATES seafood. Loathes it. Is allergic.

We didn't stay long on the beach because we were off to lunch. At lunch, as we are eating the-best-whatever: Just wait til we have dinner. We'll go to _____, they have the best....

Well, you get the idea. The present moment was preoccupied with the future. There was no present moment. It was also infused with a sense of urgent rushing to the Next Thing. It was . . . exhausting.

Next week, I'm going to the beach. I'm taking my books, I'm taking my juicer to make frozen banana smoothies. My brother, a gourmet chef, has meals planned and organized. We are going to spend time on the beach, building sandcastles, splashing in the water, collecting treasures. The BEST!