A Girl and Her Dog

Just a word about those stray dogs that are out there awaiting their rightful owners who will whisk them away from the dull lives they led onto new adventures....Miss LilyLonglegs here is a very recent addition to the River House that I visit. There hasn't been a resident pooch for several years since the last wanderer, Andy, showed up during Hurricane (what else?) Andrew many seasons ago and lived to tell. He passed on to DogVille in the Sky awhile back and now Lily the LabraDoodle has landed! She's made herself right at home with the lady of the house...Can't wait to bring the Judith down for a tete a tete...

Having Dreams of the RedEye

I know it's time for me to go to bed but I can't bring myself to do it...it's really late, I have a momentous court date for the Boy in the morning and I have no idea what I want the Man to do out in the gardens. So I just ignore all the signals- gritty eyes, restless leg, hungry stomach- and keep running around the internet looking at useful and very useless stuff, both areas of interest.

Maybe if I conjure up the vision of my morning coffee and imagine that I can smell that perfect cup: when the cream hits the liquid the cloud that forms is like a dark storm brewing..I'm talking Tar Baby java, the ultimate RedEye. I can smell it, my gut is grumbling...now what should I have with it? Sweet or savory- the eternal question?

The Rain Comes Down

Sunday, 26 July 2009

It's raining, it's pouring on the river in Rockledge and I can't think of a more divine place to be at the moment...Tini and I decided to fore go showers after the beach- there's something about that salty feel on the skin I like to hang on to for awhile. The warmth in the house was a little unbearable so we ran outside and stripped under the waterfall that comes off the back eave and took a cold rainwater shower. Years ago when I was pregnant with Dylan I grew fresh patchouli so I could harvest, throw into a bucket before a rainstorm and let that nitrogen charged water pound over it. I loved using the water to rinse my hair with and then wrap the patchouli leaves in the towel on my head...

Fireworks on the St. John's River

i'm not a gal that normally goes running off to watch fireworks- the crowds, the traffic...all rather annoying to me. but last week on July 4th i stopped briefly to see baby sister Denise in Jacksonville on my way to St. Augustine. I scooped her up and off we went, straight into the downtown area where we quickly found parking. a short through the glamorous redneck business district of this city on the river and with our sparklers we settled down in a little park catching a great summer breeze and watching all the families gather to view the spectacular spectacular...we were graced with not one show but two fantastic displays: one barge was anchored so that the almost full moon was part and parcel of the fireworks as they blasted into the sky; the other, identical display, could be seen with the fantastic neon blue bridge in the foreground.

an incredible treat for the eyes and what a way to take one's mind away to a magical fantasy world of lights...

Clutter

when the clutter disappears or is at least shamed to a minimum my life is wide open. i tell myself each time i do a hurricane house cleaning that i will change my habits and try to leave all detritus out side. yea, yea, bullshit...it doesn't work. i'm too excitable and spontaneous and love to drag shit around and look at it. how come i can go over to say, robin's house, and she never, ever has a bunch of crap laying around? everything is always in it's place and nothing new is ever there. me, i bring in nature, thrift store junk, papers from god knows where...and before i know it the Clutter Queen has returned. damn it.

forget it, i'm going to get another glass of wine and put on Moby.