Do you hear what I hear? My blogging voice returns after months of blogyngitis. Not that I was ill or feeling unwell. Just the opposite. There has been much activity, to-ing and fro-ing, creativity, socializing, organizing, graduations, salutations, calculations, fabrications (not the lying kind), soccerations, salivations and Red Sox nations. I briefly considered updating the highlights of the past couple of months then swiftly came to my senses. OK, maybe. No promises. Certainly do not hold your breath.  My hats off to you ardent bloggers. I am enjoying the present but can’t muster the energy to write about it.  Besides, this Spring and Summer has been so packed with busy times and the weather has been so gorgeous in our Hawaii Nei that I can barely take the time to leave my gardening or stop adoring my kitties to check my email even less turn on the computer. On our trip to Maine and Massachusetts last month I never checked email for 2 weeks. Yay! for vacations. How liberating!  Believe me I am not that important and thankfully, there were no do or die situations. Besides, Barry knows how to reach me if it is absolutely imperative.

This photo has nothing to do with anything in particular. It was my ever changing altar for a brief but beautiful moment and reminds me to enjoy what I have when I have it. Isn’t this pretty?

Or…No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. Today I got bit by a dog. An un-neutered spittle-flying, snarling, snapping, lunging boxer. My Dalmation is making quite a ruckus, which is so unlike her, which causes me to look outside and observe 4 boxers racing up and down our fence line but in our next door neighbor’s yard. They also are barking their fool heads off. They are apparently escapees having the time of their lives but can’t decide if they want to pal with my dog or chomp her because she’s cuter than they are. As I slip out my gate to distract them to the end of my driveway, one of the females scoots under a 3″(no kidding) gap under the fence wire and attacks my dog who goes flying nimbly away. Somehow, I manage to get the intruder out the gate only to be met by the rest of the horde racing up my driveway to join in the fracas. I open my gate just a hair and intruder female slips past to join  in her family growl fest. Hurriedly grabbing a leash and collar I bolt down the driveway myself  and somehow collar the pup and miraculously(read foolishly) distract the pack enough to follow me as I start to jog toward their home. The young lady from next door flags down the passing mail lady who verifies the address of the wayward woofies, but I am already flying down the street. As we reach their property, we spy an open gate and I shush them back in and as I grab the iron bar to close the gate the male boxer turns territorial and attacks my hand. The frickah wen bite me. I shakily manage to secure the gate with a sorry excuse for a weathered bungee and my neighbor and I return to my home to find the remaining bitch trying to force her body through a hole in my wooden gate to menace my dog. Stupidly(read stoopidly) I jury rig the leash and peacefully lead the remaining dog home. Long story short…The male has tasted my sweet flesh and wants me. I mean WANTS me!!!!! We can’t get the female in because the male is hurtling his solid 90lb blood incensed, territorial crazed, snarling, clawing, spittle -foam-flying, sharp yellow toothed, pea brain boxer body at a little gate precariously held shut now with my looped nylon leash and me one and a half feet, count them 18″ away. We are frightened. After several attempts at distracting big boy, I successfully open the gate just a sliver and she schootches through before another heart palpatating rush of dog fur and hellish fury from the male. What was I thinking? We are still shook as we walk home and tend to my bloodied hand.

non klutter kitty

Office romance. Nooooo, not that kind. I need to love my office again. It may not be  love per se, but I need to enjoy spending time and working in there again. How about just moving around in there again. Boxes-some with my giveaway items I may add-haphazzardly tilted, papers untidily grouped-ok I just completed my taxes(I am sooo proud of myself pat-pat), shelves with stuff, desktop with stuff, drawers filled with more stuff for office stuff, booksbooksbooks, all sorts of ephemera perilously growing with a life of its own I can only surmise since I don’t know who or why anyone would put THAT in my office…and then just leave it there! Walk over it, squeeze past it, pile it higher. No more.

The attack on the office dis-organization has begun. For the month of February, and I believe it will take all month, I am going to clean my office one drawer or shelf  or tray a day. My office courtship commences.