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Bow Wow Lake

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So the kid and I went to Bow Wow Lake for a romp and a swim. We had a fine time there and I earned back my Good Mum status. She is like the little kids whose lips turn blue and they stand shivering with arms crossed, insisting that they aren’t cold, aren’t tired, and certainly haven’t had enough time swimming. She would swim after a toy for hours and insist on just one more throw.

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Tula returning the kong

Here she is, returning the toy for the hundredth time at least. I think it’s curious how dogs aren’t interested in just swimming as we humans do. Dogs need a purpose for the swim that they love.

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And then, on a not so side note, I spent hours, days, trying to bring the iPhone photos in “My Photos” into WordPress.  It was an easy thing, a simple thing. It only took an “Export Photo” under File to do it. Snap.

Sometimes my penchant for not reading instructions or trying the obvious—you know, that thing where you slow down and read—sometimes that is not at all entertaining.

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Wet Dog=Happy Dog

IMG_1877This is an old photo of the current love—Tula. (Of course that’s only one name of many—a shortened form of Talulah.) This is in Colorado where we played in the Manitou stream. Alone or with others, sometimes many others. Where she first met moving water. And became a child of the creek.

We don’t get many chances to do something like that here. But there is a place—Bow-Wow Lake—where dogs can swim and play. And that’s where we’re going today. It’s been too many, many days where she has gone without a swim.

So today she’ll get the joy of the lake and I’ll get the joy of watching her. Double blessed.

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Martin, A Film

RIP George Romero. 1978’s Martin is one of his finest—and most overlooked—films.

via George A. Romero’s Martin (full film) — Biblioklept

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Rain Blessings

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Imagine sleeping in that bed of windows and rain. Reading maybe. Dozing and dreaming.

Sometimes rain is the sweetest gift we can have of a day.

And sometimes we don’t know why we didn’t bring our umbrella.

Yet remember the days when we asked if we could go out and splash through the running water flooding the street gutters?

Was that when our worlds were small and long ago?

Or was it a different neighborhood?

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And The Modes Have It!

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And here we have the Modes so noted. (Yes, couldn’t resist.) However, I had never heard of them before. But I did leave music school years ago, and the refresher training a few years back. And I have never been one for the technical side of it. Looking up the definition didn’t help much. There are modes in math also, which makes sense. In the end though, I’ll leave this behind and not carry it with me. It’s enough sometimes, to know that something exists.