"The older I get, the more I believe that the greatest kindness is acceptance."

The days that blur together are often the ones that fade the fastest from memory.

These last days of summer all seem to run together.

Cowboy's work schedule doesn't help with keeping track of time, either.

I thought him starting work at 3 p.m. was bad, but starting at 7 p.m. really messes up the afternoons.

The best summers melt away as quickly as an ice cream cone in the sun

The long, warm days of summer are slowly slipping away.

There are still 63 days until it's officially fall, but Raven's kids start back to school August 3rd, our county starts back August 7th, and Gealach starts back August 11th.

More than the calendar, that tells me summer is over.

And there are only three days left in July.

And Harv thought he had a Weed Eater loose in his Fruit-of-the-Looms

The days seem to be settling into a quiet pattern.

There are two things I want to remember from today.

There’s beauty in doing nothing—and Sunday proves it

I can probably sum up the day in one sentence: it was slow, lazy, and not much happened.

What can one say about a stay-at-home Sunday?

Cowboy goes to morning and evening church services, and the rest of us stay at home.

Give me a peaceful, foggy morning and a family of deer to admire, and I’m happy

It was a quiet day in our sleepy little town.

With Heron still recovering and spending plenty of time watching TV, and Cowboy relaxing after a long week and dozing in his recliner, the house had settled into a pretty quiet day.

Living life in slow motion

My day starts earlier than it has since I had kids in school, or since Raven’s kids started living here.
I try to be up by 7 a.m. so Cowboy can sleep without my tossing and turning.
Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty cranky since I don’t fall asleep until around 1 a.m., and even then, I end up waking up several times throughout the night.
Still, Cowboy needs his rest, so I slip out of the comfy bed and head into the living room.

“I'm Not Sure What I Made, but It Smells Delicious.”

I woke up to heavy rain and got soaked while feeding my little stray.
By the time we headed into town, though, the skies had cleared.

We left at 11:30 am and returned at 1:30 pm.
We only stopped at Walmart and the thrift store today.
Cowboy, as Badger said, clearly wasn't feeling well.
Those long shifts are getting harder on him now.