Day 749: TD2 & NBDx2

This pitcher of our flooded back porch was taken yesterday. I would like to show you today's flooded porch pitchers, but the Mom HAD to go to and stay at the factory today.

This pitcher was taken out the front door yesterday around 5pm... a good bit after the torrential rains. The "river" had receded, but was still well above the curb and crown of the street!

I came outta the bunker to see what the Mom was doing on the front porch, but I quickly scuttled right back... Old Gal tried to be quick enough to catch a good shot of me in transition, but this is all I gave the her!

And yes... at the end of that hallway, I had to jump over the Bleu's head! [He didn't mind. Just ask him... He's WAY too worried about how the Mom needs to refinish these hardwoods, or at the very least, wax them... to be concerned about... who?what?]

I don't have the pitchers to prove it... but today was near bout as stormy as yesterday, only worse on a counta the Mom could not be here to comfort / reassure / redirect me. She did not like havin the remote nervous breakdown. She say if she gonna have one, it should be in the presence of the Master. Just sayin.

Fings are calm now, so I show you foot tall St Augustine, green as green can be.

Water is standin frewout the back yard... but I show you edge at patio.

And here is Upper Lake Comet... full of the waters.

And just a quick look back at the flooded porch and our stuff that's been blown down...

Frankly, I am not happy about bein a part of any kind of photo op. Ever body is just fankful I would go to the outside and do businesses. And now I'm just tryin to guess... 

Am I leadin the Mom straight to the big bed, or shall I take a pit stop to conjure up and post a blog...? OK, pit stop it is...

Weather is calm for now, but I have little faif it will last longer than time alarm sound in the mornin. Until then, night night...!

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 729: Free Fur All Friday

Happy 'My the Mom Get Home Early Friday,
Bring On The Weekend, WooHoo'...
To the You!!!!!

O how I love a good Friday for all the traditional reasons what are [and I know I repeat myself] shared lunch from the Mytiburger, family nap, judge shows and 'Free Fur All'! MmmHmmmm...

C O N T E N T M E N T! 

Friday is my favorite afternoon of the week. Just sayin. And now for bloomin news of the week... My Texas Sage has been spottily bloomin. 

It is one of my the Mom's most favoritest on a counta the pretty magenta to purple blooms wif the soft texture of the leaves. It is ok by me, but it get a real paw up from the Bleu... Big Boy DO love to shnoof this shrub.

Crape myrtles are burstin a bit more. I will ask the Mystery Photographer [God help her] to back up and take a full shot of the Myrty. Hurricane Ike took part of her, so we did not cut her back, not even a little bit last year. And I fink she look real pretty...

Though I like to look at her most times from underneaf her... you know, where the squirrels have been! [You see part of her trunk to right in pitcher].

Now last but not least, I refer you to last Free Fur All Friday when I show you magenta bloom [arts and crafts style garden plant what I still cannot remember name of]... well, here she is today!

She is beautiful. And I need to make note to self to ask my the Mom to look it up! I would look it up myself, but I like gettin her to do fings for me when she is in the middle of doin some fing else.

And after all... the Mom need to feel needed. 


It is also therefore very good to allow her give you a tiny bit of chex mix when you are sittin so nicely right in front of her wif a big smile on your face and just a little fidgetty squirm of exudin love for the her! 


But I digress...

It's Friday. The Mom's home. And I love knowin that I got her till Monday mornin [even though she has to work... at least she will be workin from Casa De Cool Hand]!

Happy Weekend, My Friends!!!

Day 675: Gorgeous Sun Day

Kinda was a Fun Day...

On a counta there was much time to spend out of doors in wonderful temperatures and gorgeous skies... just shnoofin out all the weekday operations of the squirrels...

the lastest blooms and growfs and whatnot...

Heh heh... do you like life size squirrel statue?

Yep yep... that is how they grow in Texas, specially when they live in a fruit and nut rich environment [heh heh heh...] like our neighborhood! Just sayin.

Woops... there toddles off one of those fat boys now! Ha.

And yep... it is also Chore Day. There is a lot of activity, and we don't "all" hold the same level of interest and/or energy in ever single fing / activity what is happenin round here... and so ever so often, there is a...   

Shift Change!