Fishing 
Crafting
Lizard hunting (unfortunately I have no photos of this activity).
The fun never ends.
This Is Not My America
Written beautifully by my friend, Andy Garrabrant. Please read more at aroilinpain.wordpress.com.
“Oh say can you see” does not mean
We turn a blind eye to injustice.
“By the dawn’s early light” does not mean
We can ignore our dark past.
“Proudly we hailed” does not allow us
To look down upon others with disdain.
“Twilight’s last gleaming” does not imply
Our best days are behind us.
“Broad stripes” are not labels
With which we paint our fellow man.
“Bright Stars” don’t refer to
Tinseltown tabloid headliners.
“The perilous fight” is not talking about
The two year long presidential election process.
“Over ramparts we watched” isn’t
A reference to the walls of our gated communities.
“Gallantly Steaming” is not about
Binge watching “Game of Thrones” on wifi.
“Rockets red glare” is not a commentary
On the lackluster performance of an NBA team.
“Bombs bursting in air” is absolutely not
About a demeaning sexual scenario!
“Our flag was still there” isn’t a call…
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Hanging With The Grands
I’m having such a wonderful time with my grandchildren, Dominique and Jackson, this week.
We stopped by Studly Doright’s (Poppa’s) office.
Later in the day Jackson and I went for a walk around the neighborhood. He’s all about asking me to challenge him to do physical stunts, such as climbing trees and jumping over obstacles. I’m such a wimp, though, that I can never come up with a suitable activity.
I loved his question, “Nana, do you have any trees that need climbing?”
Dominique and I spent an hour making bird feeders out of pine cones, peanut butter, twine, and seeds.
Here are the final products:
Now we need to hang them.
The kids chopped down a couple of saplings.
Vote Blue
No scholarly tomes grace the table beside her bed, instead Harlequin romances and Fabio-graced
Bodice rippers stacked three deep provide her nighttime reading inventory. Yet she argues
Politics on social media having watched Sarah Palin make nonsense of sense while appearing
Perfectly coiffed, but maybe a bit drunk. She feels that Hillary is untrustworthy, after all,
FOX news tells her in sly words and simpering phrases that this is so. Claims she’s
Heard Hillary say our second amendment rights will disappear and babies will be aborted
Even as they are born, healthy, but unwanted. Yet when pressed for proof, name
Calling ensues and ugly words are exchanged. I console myself with the thought
That she really is not very informed, but the cold reality is, she will be voting in November.
Will you?
Gator in the House
I succesfully rendezvoused with our son Jason in Jackson, Mississippi, and brought our grandkids, Dominique (13), and Jackson (10), home with me to Havana, Florida. No sooner had we gotten unpacked than Dominique headed to the lake with her fishing pole, and Jackson suited up to ride his minibike.
I had a glass of wine and handed over supervisory duties to Studly Doright, aka Poppa.
Dominque caught a fish right off the bat.
Prompting Jackson to come join in the fun:
And then our resident gator made an appearance:
I believe I’ll go have another glass of wine within the safe confines of Doright Manor and pray that no one falls prey to our reptile friend.
Peace, people.
Craving Pizza
If pizza were a man, I’d have married it.
Do you, Leslie, take this Pepperoni with onions and pineapple, for greasy or not, through thick and thin crust, with marinara or Alfredo, ’til high cholesterol do you part?
I do.
You may eat the groom. 
I saw a tshirt today that read,
Can’t get out of bed.
Send help and pizza.
Or just send pizza.
Bravo. Bravo. Now if we could do something about those pesky calories.
Peace, people.
What Does the Fox Say?
What Does the Fox Say?
Apparently this one just said, Zzzzzzzzz! I discovered the gray fox at the Tallahassee Museum Thursday morning, as he indulged in a nap while nestled in the fork of a tree.
To be honest, I didn’t see him, so well did he blend with his surroundings, until a little girl pointed him out to her grandparents, and I was lucky enough to benefit from her sharp eyes.
Below is the photo before I edited it to make Mr. Fox more visible. He was well camouflaged, eh?
I’ll post more from the museum over the next two weeks.
Mama Turtle
Wrapped in an age-softened, threadbare quilt made from the scraps taken from my grandma’s
Sewing basket, the cat and I daydream while rain drums on the lake. In the yard, about
Fifty feet from the house, a mother turtle works to lay her eggs, covering to protect them
From predators and well-intentioned humans. I mark the place in my mind, to better
Advocate for my reptile friend once her work is done. Mamas have to stick together.
Well, This is on Target
The Grandkids are Coming! The Grandkids are Coming!
Saturday (tomorrow!) I am meeting our son in Jackson, Mississippi, and bringing our oldest granddaughter, Dominique (13), and our youngest grandson, Jackson (10), home with me for two whole weeks!
Eeeee! Time spent with the grands is the best.
I have a list of fun stuff to do while they’re with me in Havana, Florida, including trips to the beach, to the water park in Valdosta, Georgia, and to the wonderful Tallahassee Museum. Plus we’ll fish off of the dock in our backyard and maybe play Pokemon Go! I see exhaustion in my future.
The blog might take a backseat for two weeks, but surely I’ll have time to add some pictures of our adventures to keep me in the habit of posting daily. I have a few posts queued up, as well.
Now I need to go freshen the bedding in the guest rooms and make sure my stock of snacks is sufficient for two hungry kids.
So excited! Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 