November 2nd: It was 36-degrees this morning 😑, when Bleu ran me outside to sniff & take care of his bodily functions 🐾 I pulled my old mitts out 🧤, and slipped my hands into them: this is my own 2020 design (no written pattern), and I haven't needed them since 2023, because we've been hunkered down in warmer climates down south; but here, in WA State, they are needed.
While Bleu was sniffing the scent of the feral cats 🐈 that make their rounds here, I noticed that mushrooms had popped up in a circle formation a few paces from Betsy's front bumper, where she is parked close to our front door, creating a fairy ring formation - it was a full moon the other night & the chilled wet weather has been perfect for the sudden formation; so, I ran back inside Independence to grab my camera and snap a pic of it before he trampled it to bits 📸 There are several folklore myths about fairy rings … but, they are just interesting mushroom formations, to me 🧐
A hop, skip, & a jump from the fairy circle - was a couple of fleshy, large mushrooms, about the size of a medium feather pancake: and of course, he had to explore that area, too.
Behind Betsy's back bumper, & at the back end of Independence, Bleu churned up the rain-softened ground by running in frenzied circles 😵💫 … with a brief sniffing rest period before starting the frenzied circles again. When I stopped laughing at his antics 🤭, I promised him some off-leash time after Holland woke up & downed his morning coffee.
I could use some nature therapy, myself 😉
Back inside & enjoying a mug of Caramel Apple flavored coffee, I surfed the internet pages I frequent 💻🌐👭, & smiled so big seeing Bleu featured on Stephanie's Blog Hop Link Party page - that the coffee I had just filled my mouth with, threatened to fall out & embarrass me by dripping down the front of my p.j.'s. tee 😁☕️😉
While I was putting my mug in the kitchen sink, Holland woke up - did some internet surfing himself while drinking his coffee 💻☕️; and suggested we take Bleu to run at the Gearhart Gardens Boat Ramp after we drop some boxes & bins off at the new U-Haul Storage in Kelso; that location would work.
He was a good little dog while we were shifting boxes & bins from Betsy to our storage unit … but he was not able to be off-leash at Gearhart, because he turned a deaf ear to mommy and kept wandering out of the boundary pillars, refusing to hear my voice - making me run after him on up-hill & uneven ground. My glutes were worked, & I got a cardio workout (that's a good thing), but neither one of us were happy when I finally caught him & snapped the leash in place 🤨 (he actually growled at me - but simmered down when I raised my eyebrows & gave him "the eye"). He learned some bad habits at Lana's - that's going to change. By the time we worked our way back to Holland, he was in a jovially mood, again. Maybe next time, he'll be better mannered & allowed to wander freely.
Back home, we all relaxed in our own ways: Holland cruised the airwaves - checking out new home possibilities 🤔, planning future cross-country/road gypsy adventures ⛽️🚘🧳🗺️🏔️💞 , & enjoyed a short siesta 💤; Bleu sprawled at my feet & eventually crept closer and wiggled himself into a toe-massage position - he likes physical contact; I pulled together a steamed meal 🥔🧄🥕🥬🥓🍃 & scrolled FB reels while supper cooked - one reel caught my attention, making me feel gratefully blessed 👩❤️💋👨
Holland, absolutely 👍
When my lungs were acting up - but I wanted to go to Fellowship Bible Study … he drove me the hour's distance, & waited in Betsy: "If you need me, I'm here & can have you at the nearest hospital asap". He would have broken every speed record to get me there. The ladies thought he was being a man who had his thumb on me … but, he was just being my husband; a man who loves me 💕
When I want to go on a walk-about & my body is dealing with angina & bronchial flareups … he listens to me say where I want to be - drives me to the agreed drop-off point & patiently waits for me at the other end of the trail, saying, "Be sure you have your phone with you & I'll keep my phone on alert." We both know that this is simply a safety precaution: if anything serious happens, he won't physically be able to get to me … BUT, he will call 911 & give them my location 📱💬 And now, Bleu is back home, & that gives me a walking companion & eases his mind, too. If I go walking around the perimeters here, I will hear the same speech, BUT, HERE he will jump in Betsy and drive one of the intertwining roadways to where I am.
He doesn't put a thumb on me.
I'm fee to go anywhere I want to & do anything (within reason) I want to do.
At 70 - I'm learning how to deal with my my physical limitations. I don't like it 😒; but I'm adjusting to the slowing down walks, the angina vertigo (if I move too quickly, or get too active), & the increased asthmatic breathlessness. I'm learning that I am no longer an island onto myself.
He's just always in protection mode: "I don't want anything to happen to you, Baby. You're special." Depending on where we are in the moment in our relationship, [special] can have different meanings 😂🤣 But, no matter what meaning it holds … I know he's got my back 🤝
And that's a good feeling ❤️
November is a month to be grateful ☝️🙏, a month to count up all of the good things you are grateful for… maybe it’s the way your coffee tastes just right ☕️, or the warm oversized seasonal sweater you’re wearing; maybe it’s nuzzles & snuggles from your furry companion 🐕🐈. Maybe it’s the way the sunlight hits the jeweled-hued leaves ☀️🌳🍂🍁: or, the simple comforts of home 🏡🏰
Start with something that you are grateful for each day, and watch how beautiful November can be 😘
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