The Word Was Good

Most of you have probably seen that I withdrew from Facebook. I am still mad at them. No doubt my info is like everybody else's; slung across cyberspace. Shame on them. I am continuing my protest.

The marvelous Golden Age of social media came and went in the blink of a fly's eyes. All that fun; then came the trolls, the scams, and the dark, darker, and darkest stuff. I guess the age wasn't 24 carat. It must have been 14 carat plating that wore off and is leaving a green residue--or, maybe it was brass all along.

It's a lot more fun to think about getting a great invitation via text from Keoni for Wendy and me...

Keoni captured this and Photoshopped Toby into the invitation.
 John took us all out for Mother's Day.

I love the photo of Toby. But then, Keoni sent the out-take...

Well, he is a cat, after all.

A few days later, it was John's birthday. I saw this for him on the dining table...

And here is Dimetrios' pencil portrait all finished for his birthday this week...

Dimetrios.

There were Subaru's brakes to reline. This time at the Fuzzy Dice I had companionship while I waited...

"Mally" the Malamute is two and weighs 100 pounds.

Storms have continued. Here's right after the worst one plowed through at 50 MPH...

The fish are happy...





It only took a few seconds for Marge to get rid of the old patio set. She had carried it to the curb intending to put a "Free" sign on it but didn't need to as a neighbor took it right away. The replacement she ordered online came in three boxes in pouring down rain. We managed to drag them indoors without damaging the floor...

She hired Aidan to put them together. I brought him over Sunday after church...

No more struggle for us ladies.

And then, we had lunch.

Late last week, after some introspection I admitted to myself that I had become restless, irritable, and discontent; in a word--crabby. Then, I realized I'd been cooped up a lot around 4-5 weeks. Hmmm. And sort of slipping into a futuristic mode over the move to Dock sometime--maybe fairly soon, maybe not; what to plan or not--a constant buzz. So, sister Sandy said, "Draw something!" Here's what happened...

Then...

The word came, and the word was good. All paperwork is completed. I have been accepted for residency and am now at the top of the waiting list for Dock. The next vacancy, lease review, signing, and moving remain. I must reference it "near future". Still. I'm not crabby anymore.