That Was Different

Because of uncontrollable circumstances (boring, not resolved but worked around), bread and hot sauce day was yesterday, Sunday, instead of Friday. There was a whole different feel to life on the street, a feeling that happens in a lot of places on a Sunday, but I only live here. It's almost like the very air is different, more serene, even if it is blowing like stink out - which it wasn't, much (the umbrella is my wind gauge; if it doesn't blow over or away, it's not real windy out. Don't try this at home, leave it to the highly educated in wind specialists. Thank you).

So there I was, glad the morning rain moved away, with a book that was only half interesting, a cat who was wondering what I was doing, and all around me, hummingbirds, banana quits, lizards, bougainvillea blooms on steroids. Instead of in bed/getting ready for Sunday Funday at Dakity/thinking of doing other things that need doing but get put off because it is Sunday.

Because we've had a lot of rain lately, sunlight seemed more major, light seems brighter.

I love his little claws and sassy 'do

This reminds me of a Chinese calendar, those long cloth kinds with mountains and flowers on them

Late in the afternoon, Bonilla came by to do some work on the dinghy. By then, it was actually hot out, but a few more things got done, to make way for more things that need to get done. It's happening!

Have a mountains in the mist Monday. Do something meandering (even if it is just in your head).