Day 781: Dreamin In The Cool Airs

I treasure each and every day, and I do not believe in lettin a single one pass wifout enjoyin it to its fullest... but I sure do day dream of some cool water hikes and fall weathers!

Just sayin.

Day 743: And Also An Update to Day 742... Just One Big Stormy 'Alex' Mess

When I last saw you it was outta the corner of my right eye...

And it was really Day 741, but I was waxin poetic and somewhat mournfully about Day 742... on a counta this is snapshot of just the birf of certain and impendin doom!

Note that pin on left is spot of my Heavenly Retreat... Campo Blanco in Wimberley. And pin on right is my house, Heavenly Spot where I relish my ever single Forever day!

Well, we made it frew that [Wednesday] night wif only a tiny bit of a nbd [nervous breakdown] early on, just after lights out... and funeral music off. We all thereafter swept frew the night and the Mom went off to work on Fursday mornin. Day 742. She was SO confident we were in the clear that she did not give me fird pill pocket [or 'cocktail' as she call it], but that confidence did not last long. 

When she come bustlin in round noon, I was happy to see her... and happy she brought tasty lunch for us to share. Wif the good sniffs, I made quick business outside and raced in to imbibe in the lunch foods. At first, I was a bit confused on a counta it was our traditional Friday foods and it is Fursday... am I wrong??? Never mind, 'go wif it' I fink on a counta... hunger and tastiness!

And then it happened... the first sounds.

And then 'the cocktail' was served... And I was frocked in the storm cape, and it goes wifout sayin that the funeral music was blarin, the Bleu had his head under the bed and the Mom was tryin to be the textbook Mom in the situation.

June Cleaver, she is not... so she leave me few short minutes and take pitchers of out of doors. 1:49pm yesterday, our patio is underwater... and the Mom is startin to worry.

Out front... no visible curbs, but the Mom has seen it way very much worse. She fink we ok, floodwise, for now... but for the me, she very much wish it would STOP!

I finally come out from the bunker round 5pm. I am not in a great mood. I am drowsy, still. And I am not confident in the status of the storm.

Yea, I am called out from the bunker by my tummy. I am hungry. My funder-fobia shall not infringe on my belly's voracious right to be treated and/or fed! In the battle of idiosyncrasies, belly wins! Just sayin!

We had a somewhat lively but not an anxiety filled night. I DID have an episode just after lights out and funeral music off [again]... but I settled right down. We all swept lovinly and peaceful until about 230am when I found myself on the big bed, starin down at the Mom... to make sure she heard what I heard. She did not.

I laid down on the end of the bed, but some firty minutes later... the monsoons, i.e. nother band of the Alex did begin to deluge! I hop down and bunker to scratch, of course... and the Mom drag her butt up to turn on the funeral music and put a sweet, comfortin foot on my back.

HEAVY rains and funder did follow until they died down shortly before 7am, when I accepted the invite to go outside to do the businesses... and here's what I trapsed frew!

My the Mom checked the radar and called in to the Factory to make arrangements to work from the Norf Office [aka the Casa de Luke y El Bleu]. And work she began to do!

And then at a point around 920 am, the weather was calm and the Mom make a swaff frew the house for some more caffeine... and she bring camera wif her!

And here is the Bleu, lookin sweet and dapper, prim and proper... and irony do not escape me or him or most certainly the Mom... that the DVD box set to his left is "My So Called Life"... Just sayin!

And that is even more meaninful to the him, on a counta how his life is affected by... the me and my the storm foughts and feelins and demonstrative anxieties.

Just as I demonstrate em now... in my suburban bunker, the stool [as you know].

Yep, here's lookin at you... Friday mornin... frew my right eye!

And then... I have no better way of describin it... but 'the weather all went to hell'! I ate a pill pocket. I listened to the funeral music. I protested from time to time wif the scratchin, whistlin and pacin....

But for the most part, I just curled myself up tight a round the toilet and tried to ignore the world...

...until time for the dinner foods!!!

I was not super happy wif the status of the storm, but I was hungry... and ok. also very tired of the bunker.

I ate my dinners, raced outside to do quick businesses and raced back inside and hopped onto the big bed!!!

Now I know you are all wonderin what is happenin wif the Bleu, and I do so wish he had the time [and compy] to blog... on a counta Big Boy has he own perspective on fings round here... but for now, you will have to suffice wif mine!

Here is Big Sweet Boy about 545pm tonight... and gosh, his head DO look small, but that is on a counta Big Boy's hairy ever fing else!!!

And here I am, firty minutes later, at 615pm. I am not copyin the Bleu... It's just a really sweet place to lay.

And the Bleu is back in one of his most favoritest places... Just sayin.

And now here I am composin this post... and like magic, I hope, it will upload!!!

Day 716: Saturday Matinee

My the Mom is workin some crazy hours, so I have been busy pickin up her slack and  also organizin my foughts, pitchers and such from the days I was "roughin it" at the Campo Blanco! [roughin it = no wi-fi!].

So I will be a bit lazy today and offer you up a movin pitcher glimpse of...

"The Luke Runs Frew It"



After Words: 


The Blanco River has a limestone bottom wif many channels and grooves and varyin depfs. It was my charge to maintain a pace such that the Mom would not fall... as she held her end of the leash, the camera and had to watch where she was next to put her foot!


The river banks vary from sleepy to steep grassy hills to limestone cliffs, and are privately owned... at least in the areas we hiked. What you heard was indeed someone mowing. Sorry! 


And now it's time to hop!

Day 714: Finkin Fursday... And A Favor, Pretty Please

Today I am finkin about my eleven days of  Paradise. It was such a special time that I wish I could share ever single moment wif you [and once I'm finished you will fink I have], on a counta I really do wish I could share these exact kinds of moments wif each of you...
 
I mean, I treasure tenderly touchin paws wif my compadre, the Cousin Dylan...

And then there were the times we were just all hangin out, millin about, challengin the Camp Counselors to a game of hop skotch to get from Point A to Point B. [Below: Dylan, left front. The Luke, center. Atlas, in doorway. Cane, standin beyond].

There were times of frenzy when someone mistakenly uttered forbidden word: "hungry", "food", "dinner", "breakfast", "Is it time?"... [From left to right: Uncle Tom who I love love LOVE, The Cousins Dakota, Buddy and Dylan... and Yours Truly, The Luke. Please note that the well behaved Campers among us... Atlas, Cane, Porter and The Bleu did not miss out on anyfing but the photo op!].

I've shared glimpses of the walks and the river hikes, and I have much more to show you... but today I would like to show you a selection of the fings I found beautiful... And I start wif my view from the bluff, lookin down river.

And now lookin slightly up river...

Then down river again...

And down river once more [don't get dizzy] so you can see the deer across the river [center]!

A kind of just across the river pitcher just because you can see the limestone bottom so well...

My the Mom really preciated the textures of the grow-ees at the tippy top of the bluff.

And here is a zoomy of the holly. [There was also abundant rosemary upon which I forougly enjoyed aromas and the Camp Counselors did dine... pitcher later if I find it!].

And here's a hole in my favorite tree... more on it later.

Just one of a bunch of pitchers of deer, taken from the screened in porch...

Time is precious. Nobody knows that better than me. And I hope you know how much I love each and every one of you and please know I am fankful for ever minute you share wif me, frew your own bloggy and the time you spend here... 

And now I ask you this favor, pretty please...

You all know I keep a paw-written journal, blog by "Day Number", have been hamstringed by lack of the wi-fi, and limited to one [iphone camera] photo post per day. So... 

In order to keep my Diary in order... I will be backtracking and filling in additional posts on the days I was wifout means to post. And now I must ask you this favor... 

Pretty Please to view and read and comment? It was good time for me, and I hope I will make interestin for the you wif the movin and also still pitchers, etc. I just so wish you each had been there...

Or that we each could plan such a trip to be together!!! Now there's a fought!

Day 710: Dry Tails

Today we take break from the river runs and hikes and therefore also the long towelins and brushins and dryins on the screened in porch... what is big enough ordeal x2, but just fink of all the other Campers here!!!

And today we enjoy short walks and long naps, good movie at Sweepy Time Featre (Julie Julia), lots of attention and more drool inducin smells from the kitchen. Just sayin.


UPDATE AND REQUEST: The Buddy has done well followin his emergency procedure... but he is goin to have to have surgery soon to remove the stones from his bladder... 

More on the Buddy's background later, but for now... please know that there is no body more lovable than the Buddy. Sweet boy has minimal liver function and a low albumin level... and that's the reason he hasn't already had surgery to remove the stones... but it must now happen soon, and he's goin to need your good foughts and prayers, pretty please...