Seventh Day, Tuesday
It started off warmly and beautifully, as most of the mornings here have done this week.
After coffee and breakfast, we moved into ranch chores–doggy baths, kitty cleanup, chicken-waterer cleanup.
Dobbie is beleaguered and being tortured by “bath” treatment.
Some of the gorgeous kitty characters.
Anyone who knows me know that I don’t like fish…but this salmon straight off the boat in Noyo Harbor, and grilled with lemon and basil, was truly the best fish I’ve ever had. If all fish tasted this way (a.k.a. not like fish), I’d eat it every day. (Thanks, Sparrow and Chris!)
Then Tonia left for her home and I was the only My-500-er left on the premises, and I had to assuage my grief and loss by posing another picture.
I’ll be homeward bound tomorrow, gearing up for a long-haul drive (9-10 hours). If anyone is bored or available tomorrow between the hours of, say, 9 a.m. and 6 or 7 p.m. (Pacific time), PM me and I’ll give you my phone number for a nice talk. I’ll be trying to fend off the vacation letdown, the awesomeness-hangover.
At least you know it’sounds coming. I keep thinking, What the heck???
It’s coming. Sometimes I hate my phone.
So cool Roslynn. Glad you wrote this.
Thanks, both of you. Denise, I know it’s coming (or rather, it’s here), and I try to combat it, and it’s still here. I’m trying to keep busy and push the bruise effectively, but my heart still squeaks.