Nightblogger

I don't know how I got all turned around posting at night. I'm not that much of a night owl really, so staying up late crafting posts isn't the norm. Maybe it's the shake up around here with Frankie back home. Anyway. Just more weird stuff about me. Told you, 7 just wasn't enough.

I waxed poetically on last nights post that got wiped out by blogger's fast auto-save before I could control-z, about coffee and how much I love to wake up to a cup of coffee on the nightstand. And lo and behold, this morning there was one. And I'm not talking that old leftover cup, a fresh piping hot cup courtesy of Bret. That is such a treat, made extra special because he doesn't even drink coffee. And its not like he just has to push a button, I use a french press, so it really has to be MADE. So Mr. B, thanks for the deligthful treat this morning.

Elizabeth has been working on stuff that needs photo shopping, so I stopped by to share my thimble's worth of knowledge with her. She requested an audience with Peep, our little girl Norwich terrier. Doesn't she look cute? She's a car ride loving girl, but Rocket doesn't like the car ride so I rarely split them up. Frankie volunteered to take Rocket out walking, so Peep was free to go with me.

To some people our love of our little dogs and their treatment like children is weird, but I don't care. They are an important part of our family.

Lately hasn't the evening weather been nice? Last night I was sitting out on the swing at dusk, it was cool and there was a light breeze. I saw two big barn owls swoop out into the neighbor's trees. We used to have two big white barn owls nesting in our giant ugly palm tree. At night Frankie and I would lay in the hammock and wait for them to fly out. We'd talk and share the day, look at the stars, imagine things. It was quite lovely.

The owls were quite special to us. The neighbors behind us wanted us to take down the tree, but nesting owls are protected and we refused. The tree is ugly and awful but we wouldn't do it. This made us unpopular with the neighbors, who were sure the feds wouldn't come get us. I loved the owls though, and it made me sad when they left. Seeing those owl silhouettes last night brought back some nice memories.

Have a good weekend my little owlets. Be safe this holiday!