Goodbye to Summer, Goodbye to Long Warm Days-Autumn Comes on Wings of Gold as Short, Dark Days Unfold

Summer ended with a bang, literally.
A storm roared in.
The wind howled, the rain poured down in buckets, thunder boomed, and lightning lit up the sky.

Cowboy had to brave it. 
It hit just as he was leaving for evening service.
There isn’t much Cowboy fears, but lightning is one of them.
That probably comes from having seen a coworker get struck at work.
He survived with only minor burns.
If I were him, I'd be playing the lottery. 
He's one lucky fellow.
To say that Cowboy wasn't all that happy about going out would be an understatement.

This has been mostly a rest day.
Badger still isn’t feeling well, and more worrying, Cowboy drove to morning service, got as far as the parking lot, decided he couldn’t handle it, came home, and slept until late this afternoon.
I know several of his medications have drowsiness as a side effect.
It wasn’t so much that Cowboy was sick. 
He just couldn’t stay awake.
One of the meds he takes is also prescribed to Drei for ADHD, and it makes him sleep frequently.

Heron is at his girlfriend’s, date of return not known.
He told us not to go in his RV- the steps pulled away from the frame, and it’s dangerous.
That leaves his poor cats stuck inside, unable to be reached if needed.

I re-watched Superman, re-did a few blog posts, read, and took a nap.
Turtle is on Peacock’s schedule. 
Apparently, Peacock wakes up at 5:30 a.m., and that’s when Turtle expects to go potty.
I woke up at 6, but told her she was just going to have to tuck her tail between her legs and pace until the sun rose.
I wasn’t going outside and running into an angry, rabid raccoon.
At best guess, Turtle is probably between twelve and fourteen years old, and her bladder prefers not to wait.
This morning her bladder waited, but boy, she nearly dragged me out the door the minute it got light.

I think Badger’s been in her room all day, give or take the times she’s helped me with potty duty.
We’ve got three dogs now to leash and find a bush for.

When I woke up, the junker car was finally moved.
Hallelujah!
We can finally walk through the front yard without a gigantic car parked in the middle.
It’s been sitting there all summer, maybe all spring.
The grass underneath is ruined, and the ground’s a bit smelly.
It’s spider season. 
We’ve been ducking webs, crouching under the tree to get to the backyard.
With Lady being anti-dog and anti-person, we can’t always go the carport way.

He also cleaned out the porch.
Raven left a bunch of stuff-good stuff at the time-on the porch.
That had to be thrown out.

I’m guessing a little extra sleep made Cowboy feel better.

I want to say it’s been at least a week, but probably closer to two, since we saw Raven.
The house still hasn’t materialized, but he’s at the guest-restricted house the other parent lives at.

I guess it’s been at least a month since we’ve seen Raven’s littles.
I hate that-I do.
I love all my grands.
But I won’t pretend I’m not glad we don’t have to lock the house down every weekend.
I’ve enjoyed the calm. 
The quiet.
I just wish we could find a middle ground.
Let the littles visit.
Let them remember us.
Just no more overnights.
No more weekends here.

Evening service came and went. 
Cowboy got home, ate his supper-unfortunately, it’s my week to cook-plopped out in his recliner, and watched his strange TV shows.

Badger stayed in her room, as did I. 
There are plenty of Hawaii real estate shows on.

No plans for this week, as far as I know.

I can’t believe autumn starts tomorrow.
Soon the long, grey, gloomy days will be on us.
It seemed like summer flew by this year.
I think maybe that’s what happens when you get older-time doesn’t slow down anymore. 
It speeds up.