Rainy Saturday vibes: warm, cozy, bored 🌧️☕️

This was a rainy Saturday—it didn’t let up until late this afternoon.
Cowboy went to his sister Dos’s house to help her out, didn’t get back until late.
That left Badger and me stuck at home.

She put dinner in the crockpot and stayed in her room all day.
I got a few old posts up. 
The blog is my project—I need to resurrect old posts and eventually get the blog in its entirety back up.
I watched my naked Scots—Blood of My Blood.
Because I’d read the Outlander book series, I never got into the Outlander TV series.
They just went too far out on their own and strayed too far from the books for me to enjoy it.
Blood of My Blood has no book tie-in, so I can reasonably enjoy it.
Although, making Claire’s parents time travelers—while it explains how she slid through the stones—is a little far-fetched.

Once Cowboy got back, he slept the afternoon and most of the evening away.
Realistically, I know he is old, doesn’t feel well, and is worn out.
The two-year-old in me wants to yell in his ear, tell him I’m bored, and to do something besides freaking sleep.
So, the 13-year-old me stomped to the bedroom and turned on Hawaii real estate until supper time.

Badger put together an amazing supper!
Chicken casserole in the crockpot, fried potatoes, green beans, and Texas Roadhouse rolls.
I tell you, those rolls were addictive.
I normally won’t touch bread—I’m that weirdo plucking off the meat from a sandwich and leaving the bread.
These rolls were darn addictive!
Probably helped that they had a generous amount of honey butter melted over them.

After supper, Badger decided to take a walk. 
I thought she wouldn’t mind me tagging along. 
After such a heavy meal, I like to walk to settle my stomach.
She got huffy, wanting to walk alone.
Okay, fine—she’s 23, she can walk alone.
I got my walking bag and headed down the road. 
I’m 55—I’m able to walk alone also.
She huffed inside, letting the storm door slam like I’d trespassed on her peace.

I got my two laps—ish—in. 
I don’t think the last lap totally counted as a complete one. 
Headed on to the house.
I met her at the start of the pathway.
She muttered that she’d gotten the kitchen clean.
Well, okay—that was my job when I got back. 
Cowboy was still eating when I left.
She trucked on her way, and I trucked on mine.

I hadn’t been at my desk more than a few minutes when she started sending me pictures.
She really has no privacy here. 
She worries me walking alone, but I try not to say anything to her.
I know that just being alone is so hard to come by.
We’re little stacked sardines in a can.

Cowboy headed out to the yard to fix the water hose.
I think maybe it was Wednesday—I heard rain, or what I thought was rain.
It sounded weird, like weird weird, so I popped my head out the door.
His antique garden hose was spouting water like a geyser.
I liked to never got the water turned off on that thing.
He replaced it tonight with a hose he bought new at Walmart.
Not a hose he salvaged out of the trash at the plant.

The evening trudged on, as evenings do.
Badger returned, safe and sound.
I’d say she’s probably pretty safe walking around here.
At one time, we either knew everyone or Cowboy was kin to everyone.
Now, times have changed.
We know no one, and his kin has crossed the Jordan for the most part.

Cowboy came in, plopped down with his Facebook videos. 
Badger beat a hasty retreat to her room, and I’m typing as fast as my old fingers will allow so I can slide into my room.
Eight hours of canned laughter and AI narration is enough to drive one batty.
Okay, maybe he doesn’t listen to his videos that long—it just seems like it.
I mean, he does nap a lot.
I do not say anything—I will not say anything.
Since he had to stop hunting, he really has no pleasures.
If his annoying videos make him happy, well, I’ll grit my teeth and let him have them.