If we were having coffee, I’d warn you to rescue your cup before my photo-bombing Eskie got ahold of it. I shudder to imagine what Chules would be like if he were hyped up on caffeine.
I’d tell you that the weather has been great, and Chules and I have been taking longer walks, getting out to the parks and trails that are so pretty this time of year, with the trees filling out with vibrant green leaves, the wild roses and rhododendrons blooming, and – according to Chules – a plethora of utterly intriguing smells along the paths.
I’d share that my house painting project is moving along at a snail’s pace, but progressing nonetheless. And since there’s no rush, that pace is just fine with me. I seem to have difficulties with being very methodical about the whole thing, so it’s coming together rather piecemeal. But that’s okay, too.
I didn’t paint this morning and instead met with my daughters and grandkids for a nice brunch. While we were watching a very shaggy dog pass by, my youngest daughter commented that my dog Chules looks like a fluffy white ottoman with a cute face and pointy ears. What do you think? Be honest; Chules and I won’t be offended (even though I pretended to be when my daughter made the observation).
I might get out and putter in the yard later today, but I’ll wait for it to cool down some. So we can rest here a bit longer and enjoy the shade as we drink our coffee.
Sit back and put your feet up. Oh! — not there… that’s my dog, not a foot stool. It’s alright. Anyone could have made that mistake. Apparently.
Thank you to Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.