Harvest is Nearing

The Twilight of Summer is Upon Us


I love the oh-so short months of summer sun. They are filled with planting, pruning, watering...but nothing compares to harvesting.
except for maybe munching.....

My Dog Ate My Couch

I know dogs are only supposed to be considered part of the canine family but I swear Siberian Huskies must be kissing-cousins to the goat, at least in some genetic respects, because
Sasha might be a pretty girl - especially with those beautiful blue eyes - and I love her BUT. . .

She has dug up so many of my flowers from my garden and eaten tons of vegetable plants and vines, including one fragrant honeysuckle and another wonderfully aromatic jasmine vine,

And I had just sewed some new pillows to match my arbor cushion this weekend

I thought they were looking so nice until I went outside and, saw that while I was in the house, Sasha had eaten the cushion cover
Then she ate my most expensive leather shoes, now known as chew toys, (twice) and my underwear (countless times)

She even eats metal cans (thus the goat reference)

But I didn't really begin to get upset until she decided to eat the couch


Believe me, Marley and Me - has nothing on Sasha and Me.

Neil Gaiman's Graveyard Book on Video

See Neil himself reading his story: The Graveyard Book

Return to Innocence

Enigma - Return to Innocence

Earth-Friendly Friday

My Son, Jake, with Nathan Fillion (both played Captain Hammer)


(Jake in costume for the musical-Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog-he performed in here in town)

I did a post over at ECOwomen.net and I'm hoping you'll hop over there and take a peek. I'm hoping these photos will be a little tease to entice you over there to see Nathan Fillion, who starred as Captain Hammer in Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog, Firefly, Buffy and Castle.

Let me know what you think, if you do.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Romantic Event - NOT

Okay, so we went to have our first ever “couple’s massage” last night. I was thinking that this would be a romantic splurge since we are still sore from our white-water rafting trip – I know it’s been a month – but hitting those rocks after falling out going over the waterfall is one of those things that I guess just sorta sticks it to with you.

Anyway, I occasionally get massages and usually fall asleep during the session – only to wake up in a puddle of goo because I was so relaxed I was drooling…

Not this time.

This “romantic” session was more like watching a movie with my husband – he talked through the entire session. And not just casual conversation, or “a little higher” or “a little lower”. Nope, and the session went from bad to worse in a hurry when his therapist asked, “Have you considered seeing a chiropractor?”

He, not thinking that this masseuse just might also be a licensed chiropractor, said, “OH NO! I’d never go see one of those quacks.”

I just about fell off the table and, when she gasped in outrage, I had an idea what was coming next.

My masseuse spoke up and said, “You know we share office space with those Quacks?”

He responded, “I just have to be honest.”

His masseuse asked, “How deep did you say you wanted this DEEP tissue massage?” As she must have exerted an inordinate amount of pressure on his aching back because the next thing I heard come out of my 6’4” husband’s mouth was a groan. The masseuse also said something about wanting to crawl up on his back and use her knee on him. For a second I wanted to laugh out loud but thought that wouldn’t make me look too sensitive. I also thought about trying to say something to make him seem more reasonable—but, put on the spot like that, I couldn’t think of a single thing.

At one point, I did ask if he could “keep it down a little” so I could attempt to hear the relaxing ocean simulation and soothing music but he was talking so loud, I don’t think he heard me or, if he did, he didn’t care because he just kept on talking right through our checkout to the point where I had to grab his arm and pull him out of there.

In the end, it wasn’t what I had been expecting: “no romance, no relaxation, and no sweet dreams” – in fact it was more like one of my childhood nightmares – the kind you have where you walk into a class and have to take a test—naked.

THOUGHT FOR THURSDAY

So I'm working on a new project, while revising another manuscript, and researching another one - all at the same time.

Maybe I'm a little ADD - what do you say - any other writers out there that do this too?

I can be reading four books, at the same time. I'll have them spread out in front of me. Read a little of one, pick up another for a bit and move on to the next one, all in the same night.

It's odd because I lose interest if I don't have a lot of variety - yet I've been married for over 27 years.

Like Arte Johnson used to say, "Very Interesting...."