Time Out

Don't you love the cartoonists and their ability to make you laugh out loud. I do not know the name of the artist but he or she certainly has a way with humor and I hope you are doing a bit of snickering right now. The bear is another story that I just came in on an e mail as my friend said 'this if for the ladies' and it is. The bear hibernates for six months, eats itself stupid, has babies the size of walnuts and wakes up to partially grown cubs. When she means business she swats anyone who bother her cubs, and she swats them if they misbehave. Her mate expects her to wake up growling, have hairy legs and body fat . . . "Yep, gonna be a bear!"

Speaking of laughing, daughter Pat is dog sitting. She invited me over last evening for a pizza party, white wine and cherry jello, now you have to admit that is some combination and it works very well. Her friend Jock is off to Montana for three weeks of hunting all that wild stuff and from what we hear the wolves and bears are extra hungry this year and the hunting is not good. I hope for his sake he has some luck as he is a man who truly 'lives off the land'. A throw back to Jeremiah Johnson and the strong men of the land. He has two dogs, Keisha and Joey. Keisha is female, very old, deaf and sweet. Joey is a small male white ball of fluff with a personality all his own . . . and then there is Emma, a lumbering juvenile who only understands play time. She brings in the Frisbee and her pet balls and little stuffed animals more than willing to share with her new pals. She would run amok all over the house but she winds up outside looking in when she misbehaves. Did I tell you she has a shrill high bark and it doesn't sound like the voice of 'bugle Ann', more like a whining whistle that is off key. I cannot help Pat run the dogs or even walk them but I can scratch a few bellies and how they love that. A storm is coming in for the weekend complete with heavy duty wind and rain so it will be mud city over there. The city construction crews are doing something with pipes and having a ball tearing up the streets. Not a good time for dog company. So next trip over I will take my camera and see what pictures I can come up with. I am sure the threesome will be happy to 'emote' for me. As for Pat, she may go into hibernation and wish she was a bear.

So today, think about what you would like to be if there was a possibility of returning to make things perfect in your world. The blue bird of happiness??? Um . . . I wonder about that one. A butterfly? A cat? Who knows "what lurks in the hearts of men . . . the shadow knows" Now where did that come from? A fanciful mood I guess, so join me and have a few fantasies of your own and laugh out loud . . . it is good for you. Hugs to all