The holiday season has begun. I hope the season brings you great joy and a sense of togetherness. My holiday season has started out with a case of the bitter/sweets. If you remember last year, Ivy talked the family into running/walking in the Turkey Trot 4 mile "race". No one in our family had ever done such a thing, so Ivy being able to talk two teenagers and two seniors into getting up before the sun, on Thanksgiving day was no easy feat. That said we had a good time and
I woke up this morning (with the help of a Great Pyrenees named Maggie.) RELAX! I’m not going to tell a story about the dog waking me up again. I’m going to tell a story about after I woke up. If Maggie sneaks into the story, it is not my fault that she annoys me. This story starts when Maggie is outside and I am doing the things I do on Sunday mornings. I make the morning coffee, walk around opening one eye at a time and eventually turn on the computer. (I miss the good
Well, I might as well write a story. I’m up anyway. My return to construction is making me wish my foot would have taken longer to heal. I know, “Be careful what you wish for!” Monday, I will start the fourth week of a project that will take only two weeks. I get up and drive two hours to a job where no one is going to be there to actually work. I make a few phone calls trying to locate the workers. After an hour or so, it’s time to make the two hour trip back home. They
Fall back! Not at this house. Maggie (the Great Pyrenees) didn’t get the message. Maggie decided to wake me up early. At like 3:00AM early. (If you are concerned about my grammar and sentence structure, relax, I’ve been up since 3:00.) Maggie: Hey Monner, Get up, I need to go out.
Me: No, I get an extra hour of sleep. Go back to bed.
Maggie: Seriously, something is out there. I need to go out and look around.
Me: Go to bed.
Maggie: I’m going to scratch your bed