Single Shot Monday: Hold On…

I’m Comin’!

Sam & Dave will be on the brain now. All. Day.

Finally, the yellow pear tomatoes are making their presence known. I’m picking a lot of organic Jasper Hybrids and Siderno Hybrids now, but the heirloom yellow pears have been slow to form.

All the tomatoes in my garden this year are what I call pluck & eat. They are of the cherry variety. The Siderno are golf-ball sized. The Jasper are marble-sized.

They’re all tasty.

Tasty as can be.

You are on my mind, Texas.

You are on my mind, British Columbia.

Respect and gratitude to all first responders, volunteers, all who put themselves out there hour after hour, day after day, week after week in the aid of others. It is dangerous and selfless work. Godspeed!

And Monday is in the house.


This Little Light of Mine…

She sure did shine!

Gracie Allen, aka G-Pup, 12 years + 3 months. #rip 06.07.2017 — Thanks for choosing me. You were the truest companion.

This girl owned a big chunk of my heart, and I miss her like crazy. Her illness was acute and sudden and completely unexpected. For the first week, we could still hear her in the house — nails clicking at the bottom of the stairs, body descending to the floor for sleep, shuffling and shifting. G-Pup sounds. We’re still watching our step to make sure we don’t jostle a water bowl that’s no longer there. And we expect to see her face in the window every damn time we come home.

We’re having a summer of rain and thunder and lightning and special weather statements and tornado warnings. It rains at some point almost every day. The gardens are thick and tall in a Jurassic Park kind of way.

The G-Pup had weather-triggered severe anxiety. The truth is I think she saw what the summer was bringing and just decided to check-out early. Oddly, that kind of makes me smile.

I feel ya girl, every day. Rest easy.


In Other News ~

Three months is the longest I’ve gone without posting to this blog. I think. I hope.

First, it was a little bit of road-tripping, a whole lot of gardening, hunkering into 52Stories52Weeks. Then, it was the passing of Gracie. I felt lost and didn’t have a funny bone in my body. And then, I succumbed to labyrinthitis. I say succumbed because it had the most debilitating vertigo with it. Those inner ear maladies can be tricky. And because they weren’t sure that was the correct diagnosis, I had a bazillion tests. We’re still going with the big L.

I was indisposed, man!


Now, I no longer feel like my head rolls and bobs in the ocean. I don’t feel the need to puke, nor do I feel the need to carry my head under my arm, so I kinda, sorta know where it is. I don’t feel off balance. I feel pretty decent…. almost normal.

There you have it. That’s my sorry tale.

And this is the longest thing I’ve written in as many days.

I didn’t tweet. I didn’t read your posts. I didn’t Insta, except to scroll through what rolled down. I’ll be getting back to all that… starting now.

And Monday is in the house.


Note: This is a 2010 shot of the G-Pup. Pretty sure it’s soc. I just loved that full-on, sweet face and the lighting.