What to do? What to do? I've started a new book but think I might have worn out my brain from reading all day yesterday, so I'm not very motivated in the reading department.
I know. I'll wander outside in the blustery air and take photos; however, I will watch every little step I take because I sure don't want to fall down in a gopher hole and then try to get up. It's bad enough sleeping in my waterbed and trying to heave myself up and out without pulling stitches. Ouch!
I think I'll take a photograph of our new investment.
That's right. A new deer feeder which is directly within my sight from the front porch. Old timers say we'll probably get wild turkeys and wild hogs before we get deer. This morning we had a friend up from Orlando who reminded us we may get rats! Thanks alot, Jim.
Then I think I'll take a picture of Bubba, my Australian Shepherd, simply because he's following me around like a child.
"Look at me, you silly dog. Give me a big old smile."
"You call that a smile? You can do better than that."
"That's a good boy, but who are you looking at?"
Now I'll go in and try to photograph Punky.
"There you are you little rascal. Ohhh, don't jump."
"Good boy, Punk."
Well, that's about it for my morning. Right now I'm waiting for Truett to bring me lunch which I will devour in one gulp. Then I'll read and nap.
I hope your morning went well.