Sunday, May 29, 2011

This garter snake is about two feet long and likes to lounge under the lilac trees.




















10:44am
Ducky Doodle woke me this morning by jumping up enough to put his front paws on the side of the bed next to me; he wanted to go outside. Why he wakes me instead of going to Scott, who is already up, I do not know. He seems to stay in his crate in the closet as long as I am in bed, too, even though Scott is up and will pet him to his heart's content if the dog is on his lap as he watches TV. How do dogs think? Does Ducky think I need to be the one to let him out, so that I will know where he is? Or what? It's a mystery.

Last night Everett and I were sitting on the couch.
Me: “Yawwwwnnnnn… doodledy doodledy doo…” (or somesuch)
Everett, looking at me with disgust: “You even have to turn a yawn into a song!”

Ah, my teenage boy, these are the things you will remember about me, perhaps with a smile, after I’m gone. That I danced around the house when the music came on, that I belted out bits of tunes in my most operatic voice — all the things that drive you crazy right now.

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Don't forget, Joanne Bohl is blogging under Out Margo Way, in the column there on the left.

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Mark of True Friendship
Me: I’ve gotta shop for something to wear to my nephew’s wedding this summer.
Cathy: You can shop in my closet if you want.

5 comments:

  1. I have 2 like that. Jack's up, but they will stay in the bedroom until I get up. They then proceed to announce to world that I have risen and am coming out.
    Sometimes it's tough being the Queen.

    Pamela Jo

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  2. While the garter snake did not evoke a smile, the exchanges between you and Everett and you and Cathy most certainly did!! :)
    B

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  3. Ducky adores you, he knows who's the boss. Have fun finding something to wear for the wedding.

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  4. Kate, do you have any other species of snakes there other than garters? That's all we have on our island.

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