Would you believe I wrote this blog entry once already and accidentally posted it to one for an art group I’m in. Since I couldn’t figure out how to move it, here I am, starting over.
I am the queen of starting over, but that’s another blog for another day.
On Saturday I drove out to the lake house to wait for the plumber to come and unclog the kitchen sink. Company arriving today and no clogs allowed.
Sitting there, looking out at the water, which always soothes my soul, I asked myself for the millionth time why I don’t spend more time there. It’s so peaceful and, much as I love the Triple L, which is a very busy place, a change of scene is always good for me. There’s only one problem with going to the lake–five minutes after I walk through the front door and get my first look at that water, all the tension drains out of me and I need a three-hour nap.
On the way home, I stopped at Staples and Hobby Lobby, two of my favorite places to shop. I bought cardstock at Staples–I use a lot of it making artist trading cards–and picked up this amazingly beautiful notebook, which I have decided will be my new gratitude journal. It’s a hologram, with butterflies, and I swear it looks an inch deep. At Hobby Lobby, I picked up a few art supplies (like I need any more of those) and a blue and white vase that looks like a tote bag or a purse. I LOVE blue and white anything, and this will look fabulous with white, pink or yellow roses. I have a blue and white vase at the lake, and when I go there to stay, I always fill it with flowers, first thing.
Buck gave me quite a turn when I drove in, after the jaunt to the other end of the valley. He was lying down in the pasture, and his best buddy, Skye, the Appaloosa mare, was standing over him, seemingly concerned. I parked the truck and rushed out there, and the minute I said his name, that poor, startled old horse jumped right to his feet. Buck is the grand old man of the barn, and, like all of us, he’s on borrowed time. Thank heaven he’s still okay.
Sadie is adjusting to her new meds for Cushings’. She’s such a sweet soul, always eager to please–except when it comes to taking medicine.
I’m writing today, and enjoying the sunshine.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.