We went to a close park this morning. It's cool and rainy. A bit of relief from the summer heat we've had. The "laughing birds" were out. They are guinea hens . . . the sight makes us happy. My pupster knows to stand still so they aren't frightened. They will come really close and talk together about us.
My pupster took her last pill this morning. I believe she's healed.
A mostly ridgeback pup got excited seeing my girl and wanted to play "Hunter and the lion"
Pretending my girl was "the lion" he tried to take her down.
ooof! she was in a lot of pain - so, off to our 'very best friend' (aka the vet.)
My girl was better already - but was prescribed a week of anti-inflammatory precaution.
We didn't take a walk for three days for 'just in case.'
Good and Very Good
Here's a foreign film I can recommend:
This is a trailer with the title track theme song.
Don't panic, you can enjoy the movie with subtitles.
It's worth it.
It's a storytelling of actual events.
A father trained his daughters to wrestle.
This is an odd, unheard of break from their tradition.
this also gave them a future
The film is
I see online there are plenty of choices, if you decide to view.
either way, if you are listening to the music video
I've got a silly/fun project scanning some sketchbook pages to switch out art on my wall.
I'm looking forward to filling all the pages in this thin paper book
because then I'll give myself permission to use a book with met media.
I know, I know, it's wonky. Seems "wonky" is a personal style.
I remember riding a city bus with my grandmother in Los Angeles
seeing a building like this along the way.
We had a storm last night that soothed our heat wave at least 20 degrees.
The pupster and i took advantage of it last night
(while neighbors were cautiously taking photos of the sky.)
This morning people got the same idea . . . it was the first time EVER . . . the nature trail was CROWDED.
There's wisdom in that . . because we'll be hot beyond reason for the next few days.
You can watch Coast Guard Cutters sail out to sea.
Those ships seem large in port.
Sailing away, look smaller and smaller until they seem to dip over the curve of the horizon.
When my friends would return, I'd load a day pack with small delights.
Water for the teeny bouquet of flowers resting in a china cup,
small blanket, a candle stub . . we'd stop across the street at the Zen bakery for fresh bread and cheese, then settle in a quiet, shady spot . . I'd listen to the stories of their travels, and watch the sun set over the same bit of ocean that brought them all safely home.
Most people think of Point Lobos as "The Cliff House."