Productive morning time

 During the work week, my alarm goes off at 4 am. I start getting ready for work at 5 am and leave by 5:30, so that gives me sixty minutes to get some stuff done. I usually wash dishes, fold some clothes (both done this morning) and try to tackle some sort of cleaning or try to sew for thirty minutes after I enjoy half a cup of coffee. When I drink that wonderful half cup of coffee, I sit down and I might look at my phone or just pet the dogs in my lap. This morning I was petting the dogs and looking at my face book and on my feed is a post from a dear friend. She's grieving over the loss of her dacshund of thirteen years. So many cute pictures and so many memories and thirteen years just doesn't seem long enough. Then, I look at the wiggle butts in my lap and I put down my phone and I snuggle, scratch behind ears, and pat tummies . We play fetch and absolutely nothing else gets done. But I laugh and they wag their little tails and that's probably a lot more productive than vacuuming or dusting. Excuse the mess, we're making memories.

Trying not to think about it

 We're closing in on the end of April. This month only has 30 days and yet mass shootings number 28 so far. And I'm trying not to think about having one mass shooting per day.

And I'm trying not to think about the latest shooting at a FedEx Ground facility last night. Eight people have lost their lives and their next of kin have not been notified because the area is still a crime scene. It's pretty complicated because that hub employed over 4,500 people. It could have been much, much worse but that's no consolation to those that have just had their worlds torn apart. I can't imagine waiting and not knowing. I'm trying not to think about it.

I'm trying not to think about a world where people don't feel safe or loved because it's a world I know nothing of. 

I feel safe in my little paradise on the mountain. I feel loved when I unexpectedly receive a "snap chat" , a phone call, a visit, a hug, or a kiss. I thank God every day for the blessings He's given me and I pray for those that need them...

and I try not to think about hurting, being scared, and receiving bad news. 

High Expectations for the weekend

 Made it! Made it to Friday. Starting off the week end with my second covid shot. Then, we'll pick up some furniture that I bought without the hubby's blessing. Hopefully, I can plant the naked lady bulbs that I bought last weekend while I fill the hot tub. Gonna need that hot tub after the furniture moving. Then, I'm gonna keep my promise to my boy Harley. Every day he's given me puppy dog eyes when I've made him get out of bed. Every day. I've been promising him that we'll sleep late Saturday and I sure intend on keeping that promise. Move over little dog, big dog's coming in. 

Times change

 Times change-they really do. At least twice a year, there's day light savings. Now it's almost sunrise when I head to work and there's a couple of hours of day light when I get home. The best thing? Watching the sun set on the front porch or from my bed (don't judge occasionally bed time comes early for this ol'girl). I love the spring. Planting more flowers. I'm so excited. I got a great deal on some naked lady bulbs and now have two huge bags to plant. My lavender seeds have sprouted and that dream of having a row of lavender is closer to becoming a reality. I didn't kill the peony when I separated it last year so now I have three bushes coming up. The butterfly bush is blooming a magnificent purple. The dog woods are blooming. There's violets through out the yard. My pansies(planted last fall) are going crazy and are the most obnoxious yellow I have ever seen, but I love it. I love all of it. I love watching Dwight head to the garden in his overalls. He's planted cabbage, radishes, carrots, and sugar snap peas so far. I've planted gourds and pumpkins. Lots more to plant and while we're at it- we might want to get the hot tub up and running. Much easier to work harder with that thing around.