The Honeymoon is Over
~ Surveying My Kingdom
Well, not so long ago I adopted this old lady–her name is Sena, but I think of her as Mine. At first I was cautious and a little put off that Cliff and Shela let me go. I think I ought to write them a thank you note soon.
At my old place, I was one of many. Here (even though there is talk of a brother or sister) I own this place. Anyone coming in is going to adapt and adjust and play along. So, even if I am not young–I have game.
My Mom decided to clean up the yard a bit–burn some castoff branches, leaves, and whatnot. This is when I run wild. Seeing the opportunity, I snatched my Mom’s phone and ran like the wind. (Ruff!) She traded me something for the phone. Who won that round. Well, she was drinking a beer and I was plotting against her–so this time I snatched her beer and the chase was on. (Haha) Catch me if you can. Well, eventually the game ended–me the winner. My Mom laughing in delight. I think I am good medicine for the soul.
~In Western Oregon with Sena–Dazee
Well, Dazee–I am speechless, but smiling.