The Professor returned home safely from his trip and the cooler temperatures on the island were primed to deliver a lovely winter sunset. Given the very thankful state I was in yesterday, a product of spending time in placidity and calm repose, I decided he and I should walk to the beach to give thanks.
The little beach, a mere 300 steps away, is about as special and serene a place that one could ever imagine. And, last evening’s visit did not disappoint. The beauty that was all around me was transporting. I had the thought that ‘even though I come often, I don’t come often enough’ for it fell upon me as the perfect setting to offer praise. Once home from the setting sun, I played with a new photo editor I found in enhancing the photos. What fun turning the golden rays and marine blues into works of art!
This morning made its appearance early and Pearl Bailey and I descended the stairs without incident. Easing into the day with a song on your heart and a feeling love and gratitude for every little thing is a wondrous, restorative sensation. I was looking forward to another positive day.
Pearl Bailey ignored all my calls to come in for breakfast. Starting to get exasperated (note: a personal pet peeve – dogs who won’t come when called), I started down into the yard when the phone rang. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it, the Professor was down diddling in the kitchen with his coffee and apparently had let Pearl Bailey in. When I returned to the room there she was in the most shameful, pitiful condition, proof attached. What in the world happened, you ask?
The answer is this dame is a dirty, rotten scoundrel. You never know what you are going to get! At least now you are well-informed as to the rest of the story!