The Beat Goes On........

So.  We're home.
I started on an inhaler on Day 9 of the URI I caught on the plane to Fairbanks.
Antibiotics on Day 11.  Much better now.
Leslie is sick, but has lungs of sturdier stock.
 Sure do wish we had gotten our flu shots in Galveston when we had the chance!

That's water under the proverbial bridge, eh?

To blog, or not to blog?

 If you read it, we will blog.

                                                        Home.
                         And the four-leggeds are settling in to having us back.
The Divine Miss Grace lost a pound while we were gone!  Thank you, Marlena and Bryan.

And they are settling in to being together...........

George took up with Anna as though she had not been gone for three months.

And she is more tolerant than ever of him.  

We do keep an eye on them.  But healthy signs show, like they sniff each others bottoms, ( aren't you glad to know that!) and Anna waits patiently while the cats eat their wet food, only moving in for her final licks of the bowls when they've gone to the garage for the second course, of kibble.

We had high winds the other night, and many trees dropped their entire autumn color display in one fell swoop.  Like our neighbor's ginko tree across the street.  

Ok, this next part is serious. 

 I'm going to cook stuff.

I bought sourdough starter (it comes dried on the spoon, purchased in Alaska).

The pottery bowl is from that day in North Carolina on the Pottery Highway, from Daniel, the guy with the dogs, puppy, goat, and cat.  

I'll let you know how it goes.

The hot tub is a welcome pleasure, whether at dawn, or after a day's work here, to relax into the evening.

And I'd like you to meet our worms.  Red worms.  Who make compost out of garbage.

This is their worm home, three tiers, and a place at the bottom for collecting worm water, great for fertilizing plants.

They are thriving, reproducing, and making beautiful soil!

Here are a couple of the youngest.  

Having worms is ordinarily not a good thing, but these worms are good to have!

So, no mountains, near disasters on car or trailer, no border patrol, or funny signs.

Just life at home.

It's a good thing.

Being ordinary.

In gratitude.       

RJ