Dear Diary Page 38…
Hello Diary….
Thought I would pop in briefly and share some thoughts.. may be a stormy day tomorrow, so indoors I shall be… getting a great deal done before surgery next week and winters arrives in earnest.. once finished, then I can relax and just be annoying… :D..
That being said, house done for now, weather instruments ready so just the leaves left.. have gotten most up but have one “windrow” of leaves left, hopefully a kind wind will dispense of them tomorrow… (clever, eh?).. 😀
Have the compost bin filled, will add veggie scraps and paper on occasion
The leaves will start to decompose, the worms will swallow the decomposing leaves, eating the micro-organisms that decompose the leaves, passing the leaf on out in the form of “worm poop” or another word for it, compost… I then use the compost as dirt for my plants, etc.. It is called “recycle”
Didn’t get much help from Bree with the leave gathering but did help on day 1 and the start of putting up the tree…she had a difficult time deciding on where to put the ornaments
Helped some on day 2, Sunday, but she is not really into putting on the lights.. takes a better part of a day..
And with the weather forecast for tomorrow, have established tomorrow as day 3 and hopefully will finish the tree and have that taken care of (and perhaps more decorating) before surgery, then on Thanksgiving morning, can “officially” turn on the lights… Bree is not really into putting on ornaments either but the following poem will say it better perhaps…. 😀
Bree
He’s just my dog ( in Bree’s case; she)….
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being;
by the way he rests against my leg;
by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along
to care for me).
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against my fears
of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever, in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have.
He is just my dog.
(by Gene Hill)
Well, better mosey on down the path least traveled, life is calling and better see lies ahead, who or what is waiting along the way…. with a stormy day outdoors, will have Yanni to calm the air indoors…
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