Today I battled my (mostly self-inflicted) stress with a walk around The Compound. Even though much of it looks like Oklahoma in the 1930s, there’s always something beautiful other than the men and dogs.
Tim’s desk chair (seen in foreground) broke, so he and Tom went to get another one. It had to be assembled, but fortunately, there were two supervisors on hand to see that it was done properly. Another exciting Friday night at The Compound.
It’s a good thing I never had a kid, because I probably would have named it “Jackal.”
(image from nigeldennis.com)
…from Tim’s flowers:
“Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.”
It’s raining. Sometimes hard. Sometimes barely. And even though there is no thunder and lightning, this lump in the bed is a Silly Scared Dog.
Today James, citizen of the world, currently residing in Maine, came by for a visit. He arrived bearing gifts, including a wonderful book and some homebaked cookies (chocolate/peanut butter, a passion he shares with his fellow Gemini Tim). Tim said that he would give him a manhandling welcome, except Tim has a cold. I plied James with Reeses Cups, charmed him with dogs, got the scoop on what’s been going on with him, solicited free gardening advice, and bent his ear for a while. Then we waved him goodbye…until next time. I miss him, but for me, the world is a happier place just ’cause I know he’s in it.
Bon voyage, James.