Tag Archives: protection
February Fifteenth; When In The Wrong Spot
Well, I scared my mother. It wasn’t intentional and it wasn’t my fault. I promise. My mother usually calls me right around eight thirty in the morning. Its a bit later if my sister in law drops in for a … Continue reading
October Fourth; Don’t Fear the Leash
Fear month. I was scrolling through social media while waiting on mom’s call. I came across a thread that I did not add my comments to because they were already stirred up and calling each other names. Over a hundred … Continue reading
July Thirtieth: The Dangers You Can Quote Me On
Now don’t quote me on this, actually yes, quote me here. Even as I state the obvious….it is beyond hot. Back a life time ago when I worked in a manufacturing plant there were incidents when the air wash system … Continue reading
July Eighth; Memory Lane 1- Memories of Hugo
I woke to the sounds of rain. As I spoke with my mother moments ago she laughed when I told her that at some point last night I had wakened with the thought in my head that if it hadn’t … Continue reading
In the Midst of the Storm
I’ve been watching the weather all day. While for the most part it was this cloudy, foggy, drizzly blah of a day, I knew they were warning the area of the potential for bad storms. As the time slowly ticked … Continue reading
Another Brick in the Wall
Life has this tendency to throw all manner of curve balls at us. Just when we think we have this or that figured out, nope…duck! You come to find you don’t have it figured out after all. Bella and I … Continue reading
February Fifteenth; Thoughts on Appreciation
Yet another morning with a sky that blank grey color that gives the woods behind the house that feeling of the forest in the Wizard of Oz right before the flying monkey attack. We’ve had so much rain everything is … Continue reading
January Twenty-eighth; A New Morning
My big brave guard dog. My nearly sixty pound, almost solid black, guard dog. Protector of the yard and home. Guardian of her family. Is afraid of the wind. The demon wind chimes hanging on my front porch do … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 