Day 223
It is a beautiful morning here … to be hot later (88 or so) but for now it is scrumptuous; if a day can be called that, it is.
I laugh at my animals … they are the bane of my existence and at the same time they are my lifesavors … they are not saving my life as in saver … but they savor my life. They are funny and goofy and drive me crazy but what would my life be … what would I be … without them?
I’m up in my office enjoying the breezes that are coming through the open windows … I don’t know how long this lusciousness will last before the heat starts blasting in. It’s then that’ll I’ll move down to the other desk … where it’s cooler. But for now I’m up on the second floor with windows that look out onto the shaded streets and it feels, at times, that I am in a rather well established tree house. You Tarzan … me Jane.
It’s lovely.
The windows in this room (the ones that face north … which is to my left) are low. They are two side by side old wooden windows with a beautiful thick wood framework around them. The wood has long been painted white and once I get this room painted it will look even prettier than it does now. I’ll have lace curtains up, too … just small toppers for flair only.
In any case, the windows are low enough for Mobes to look out while just standing around and low enough for Gertie to stand on her hind legs, front paws on the sill, and look out on the streets and yards below.
There are dogs across the street that convey the message (constantly and loudly) that some animal or person will be walking by relatively soon and my guys usually just stand and watch in fascination as a person, dog or squirrel walk past the house. There is an occasional “woof” but usually they just watch.
Unless it’s Duke.
Duke walks by our house at least twice a day – accompanied by his older male owner or a younger female. The dogs across the street know he is coming houses before he is visible. My dogs, even if they are in a dead sleep, will wake up grunting and growling and start barking telling good ol’ Duke and his companion to stay away from our house! It never ceases to amaze me that they know he is near.
If I’m on the main floor and the door isn’t open, I’ll go and let them out. They are wild animals … all running to the door and tumbling out at once … 3 dogs and Oscar … like clowns getting out of a toy car in a parade. They are at the fence snapping and growling and barking instantly … and Oscar is always in the lead … hissing and spitting. Sometimes he even jumps the fence and chases after the old man and his dog. It is an incredible sight!
I don’t know what it is about that dog – but they do NOT like him. Poor Duke … he looks so sweet. He must be trash talking under his breath or something – no one around here likes him!
In any case … Duke is nowhere on the horizon and all is quiet, for the moment, on the midwestern front with the exception of a dropped acorn now and then hitting the roof and making a loud popping sound. You’d think they weighed tons by the sound they make!
But aside from that – I’m just enjoying the breezes and the quiet and the lusciousness of the morning.