just mere inches

It was only 7 AM, but I was having an off day.  I jumped on my bike and my legs immediately started cramping and balking.

After changing in the tight bathroom of a fast food restaurant my clothes refused to do anything but cling to me in all the wrong ways.  My poor quadriceps felt like they were being attacked by my jeans.  Somehow in the process of trying to stretch the pants to accommodate my aching muscles I managed to knock my pack on the floor.  And of course it was open.  Mascara and perfume and journals and books went flying everywhere.  I spent the next several minutes wiping everything off with my expensive face wipes because I had nothing else.

I was in a very grumpy whiny mood.  I ate a little breakfast before hopping on my bike for the last little jaunt to work, and as I growled with clenched teeth and hands and heart a falcon came from behind and flew just mere inches above my head.  And as he flew away he took the bad morning with him, leaving only the rasping thuwp thuwp sound of his wings.

doggie day at the pool

Fall is almost here.  Time for cool air, soft rains and windows open wide.

Just recently we went to doggie day at the pool.  There are a few pools around here that let dogs have a little fun before they are drained and covered.  Rose spent most of the time meditating in the kiddie pool.  

Meanwhile, Ella and Robert played ball in the serious pool.  The local paper took this lovely shot of my thug muffin, aka Ella.   

sunrise

A sunrise from a few days ago