“It is not down in any map; true places never are.”

The early morning was cool, in the 60’s. Now it is 72˚ and getting warmer. The sky is partly cloudy. The light breeze is cooling. Today is a deck day, not for lolling but for decorating. I want to finish putting all my pictures and doo-dads on the back shingles. I also need to clean the yard, and I think I have to fill in a couple of holes. Nala has dirt on her face, not a good sign.

When I was a kid, my dog Duke followed us everywhere. He also used to roam far and wide, sometimes with his son Sam. Duke was a smaller boxer, a brindle, while Sam was a fawn and far bigger than Duke. He was also not as smart, but he had the best grin. My mother used to get phone calls about the dogs. One time the dogs wouldn’t leave a yard so the lady called complaining she couldn’t leave her house because of the two dogs. She was afraid they’d attack her. Come to find out her dog was in heat, and both dogs were hoping. My father went and got them.

When I was growing up, I had favorite places. The field below my house was one of them. I remember one year when the whole neighborhood had an Easter egg hunt in and around the field. I got the big prize. I found the golden egg. I loved running through the field when the grass was high. I chased the grasshoppers jumping in front of me. They were all brown. Paths in the field led to the swamp, the blueberry patch and the water tower. I always ate the blueberries. The swamp was a stop where I checked the water, watched the tadpoles and later watched after they had become frogs. If I kept walking passed the swamp, I’d be on the street where the cemetery was. Later my parents moved close to the cemetery, and they could see the cemetery’s metal fence down the short hilly street in front of their house. My father used to tell us when he died we were to roll him down the hill and bury him.

My dance card is empty until Monday. This was a full week, and I was busy, out of the house busy, from Monday to Thursday. Today is stay at home busy. I like it. I get to stay in my cozies.

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4 Comments on ““It is not down in any map; true places never are.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    It seems it looks brighter for Liz, I’ll hold my thumbs!

    Chilly day here, it didn’t even reach 68F and a strong cold wind from north really didn’t make things better 🙂 🙂 Still this is better than the heat wave they have down on the continent.

    Nova has ear problems again but it looks as if her ear drops helps already. The swollen ear makes it hurt when she’s chewing, she has eaten but not a lot. It’s going the right way anyway so hopefully she’ll be able to eat without any problems tomorrow. She’s a bit of a drama queen so she might try and refuse tomorrow morning as well. Normally when she’s a bit drama she wil eat again as soon as I try to put her food away 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Thanks! She was transferred to a trauma 1 hospital today. We are still waiting on today’s MRI.

      I want your day. It was pleasant enough today as long as you did nothing. I worked on the deck so I sweated my way through my chores. I’m with you in being thankful I don’t have the weather they have down south. 93˚ was the low.

      Poor baby, Nova. I’m glad the ear drops are helping. She must be really uncomfortable. I chuckled at her wanting to eat once you start putting the food away. Neither of my dogs would refuse to eat regardless. They are foodies.

      Enjoy your Sunday!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    It’s hot as heck again today. The cool weather from yesterday has led to another day of triple digit temperatures.

    There’s nothing else to say today.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I am quite happy with today’s high of 82˚ after reading about your weather.

      Some days I haven’t much to say either!

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