So its one of thos mornings where five hundred thoughts are going through my head at once. Everything from my bike to the garden, then from a head line I've read to thinking about how I need to declutter the house and especially the study. Its hard to stop. And with each little thought comes a little emotion and that's when I know I'm on a manic day from hell. This means I have to take things a little slower and think before I speak or everything comes out garbled. In one way, manic days are more creative but yeild little result. If I really really focus, and some days that's extremely hard, I will get house work done. But that is only if I don't get diverted by a piece of fluff.
I'm hoping Hubby brings out my bike today. He is off and its supposed to be nice warm day. I really can't wait because I have a sporty new wicker basket for the front. The cool thing is I can remove it to take shopping. I'm still wanting a cup holder for my coffee. I still want a wagon for the back to haul dogs or groceries.
Speaking of which, I have decided that six dogs and camping are not going to mix. I know how sometimes my brilliant ideas go awry and its usually more often than not. So in light of reviewing my former ideas and the results, I'm thinking this year is a good year to stay home and work on the yard. Six dogs and a tent with all wanting to be with Mommy and Daddy on the bed made of flimsy plastic, is just screaming chaos.
The most recent addition, Buster, our brawny Beagle doesn't like it outdoors unless its sunny. He will only go out at night if one of us is standing at the door and all the other dogs are with him. Buster runs for the door at the hint of smoke from the firepit and we found out he is afraid (I do mean afraid) of bubbles. Now if its sunny and warm with no bubbles in sight, he will play, sniff and sleep for hours. As soon as a cloud appears, he is scraping and whinning to come in. Some how I don't think this dog and camping is going to go well together.
We know know his story as it came out while I was in the hospital. He was taken from a deep sleep, driven out to the country and dumped in the middle of a cold winter night. We know it roughly happened at about ten at night. Hence why I stand outside at ten with the dog.
Well, if I don't get my bike today, there is always laundry. Can my day get anymore exciting? Yes actually it can, I see the road to solar hell looming ahead. Although I must say Hubby is happy with his new inverter. All I know is it takes the electricity and makes it usuable. Maybe if I hide in the ditch I call my garden he won't find me. Unfortunately the Beagles will when they want food.
