Where We Live

I don't think this Peeping Tom was actually looking in our window to see us.  Our windows are tinted and we can see out but if someone looks in it would be like looking into a mirror.  Often birds will fly into the window thinking it's not a window.  

 So I guess this guy was looking at himself.  

Smile!

Yesterday we decided to do something a little different.

About ten minutes from where we live is a historical site called canal place.  The draw for me is the towpath there.

There, we can walk the dog and we can

 enjoy nature.

Gracie was not impressed at all with this replica 

of the canal boat ~ THE CUMBERLAND.

But she did find the residents of Canal Place 

quite interesting..

And just because she owns me, she thinks she owns everyone and everything...

But Timmy Turtle was not impressed.

First he yawned... then he rolled his eyes...  then he retreated back into the place he calls home.

You'd think living so close that we'd come here more often.  It's beautiful.

But you know how it is.  We get so caught up in our routine walks around the neighborhood that we forget about the little paradise's  just minutes away...

As the sky began to fade to dark, we headed for home.

 Satisfied.  But tired.

Mission Accomplished

Friday was an overnighter with the granddaughter.  We've been keeping her overnight since she was just weeks old and now she she asks early in the week...  

"Grammy, can I stay with you on Friday?"

Saying Goodbye to Mama.  Lindsey's 5 months pregnant.  Can you tell?  

 The days of diaper changing and 

bottle feeding are gone for now.  

Now it's more like, 

"Grammy I can't let you through unless

 you say the magic words".  

OR

"Make breakfast for my friend Justin, too"

or

"Grammy, don't sit there... Justin's sitting there."

(Justin is Rissa's invisible Power Rangers friend.)

At night she falls to her knees and closes her eyes tightly. 

And it's there that she sees God.  

Each time she asks God to bless someone, her hands clench tighter and tighter...  as though God will hear her and grant her request, should her prayers be accompanied by tightly clenched eyes and hands.  

And He will.

Matthew 18:3   Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

Dear Diary,

Let me quote something my Mom used to say.  'Gracie!  I should have named you Trouble!'  That line had been dropped for some time ~ but it is now back.  Well, this is the thing...  her and Dad were hiding underneath the dining room table with the little cookie kid, and I was getting absolutely no attention whatsoever...  so I decided to take matters into my own paws, so to speak.  Or jaws ~  whatever way you might want to look at it.  I chewed up an old coloring book that Mom says her and Lindsey used to color pictures in when Lindsey was a little girl ~ like the cookie kid.  I'm not sorry I did it.  I got the attention I was looking for. Mission accomplished.  Gracie.

~EERIE~

I can't remember a late July/early August that was this dry.

Before dusk, the world seems so yellow.  It's eerie.

And just when you think the earth will burst into flame from the intense heat... 

Raindrops.