Prayers

Please keep the congregation of Emmanuel AME church in Charleston SC in your thoughts and prayers, as they grieve and try to heal after the horrific murders there last night.

Pray that their killer be apprehended quickly, and without any harm to officers or the general public.

Pray that those who would seek to use this tragedy to further their own divisive agendas would be kept far away, by those who truly seek healing, peace and justice.

No longer a "teenager"!

Indy turns three!  Yesterday marked the anniversary of our adoption of Indy.  At the time we adopted him, we were told he was approximately 2 years old.  Not knowing his real birthdate, we decided to use his adoption date and count from there forward.  

Birthday?  Me?

Thus, Indy is now 3, in calendar years, or 21 in human equivalents.  So, no longer is he a teenager!  Yay!  Though I think his personality will be that of a puppy for his entire life.  He just enjoys life far too much to ever "grow up".

Really?  I'm going out without the other two?

In honor of his birthday, and to avoid having the Monkeys try making him a dog-safe cake, we opted to head out to Sonic where we could bring Indy along for a treat.

What is this place, Mom?

Somebody couldn't believe his good luck!  Soft serve ice cream in a cone.  I wasn't sure he'd know what to do with it at first.  Then I guessed someone else might lose fingers as the Landshark Jaws snapped shut around the rapidly melting treat.  I was wrong!

For me?  Mine!

 Indy delicately nipped at and licked the ice cream.

Nom, nom, nom...

 Lick lick lick lick lick!

A long tongue is handy!

 Now how to get the ice cream out of the deep narrow part?  Good thing I have a long tongue, says Indy!

Nom, nom! Crunch!  Crunch!

 All gone!  Can I have another?  Yes, after demolishing his own cone, he began nosing around everyone else's for a second one.  Typical Indy!

Mother's Day fishing delayed

A family tradition here at Casa Monkeywrangler, is on Mother's Day, the family takes me out fishing.  We all love to fish, having the best time on our vacations back to Kansas, where we stay at a private church retreat belonging to our old church, with a 3ac pond that is full of fish.

This year however, the weather has not been cooperating.  Too much rain to fish.  Until that is, this week.  It's been about 9 days now since it rained.  So tonight the plan is to go fishing after it cools off a bit and gets closer to nightfall.  In the small ponds where we fish, they tend to be more active early morning, and late evening.  And since everyone has more fun when the fish are biting, not just the B-52 sized mosquitos, we are going in the evening.

Worms were procured at the local Big Box Mart, and promptly ensconced in the fridge so they did not expire in the heat (91*F at 5pm).  After dinner it was time to go fishing!  DH wasn't feeling well so he stayed home in the a/c.  The Monkeys and I went down to the local park ponds and soon found a good spot.

This is our favorite pond to fish in.  It has a more natural appearance than the north pond with its man-made rock edging.  There are a few large bass in  the ponds, some medium catfish, and a  boatload of bluegill.  There used to be warmouth in the ponds too, but we haven't seen them for a couple seasons now.  I miss them, as they were bigger than the bluegill, and fought more than bass.

There are a lot of smart turtles in these ponds too.  Smart in that they know what a bobber is, and that it means an easy meal just below it.  Dumb in that they never seem to understand the free meal comes with a barbed hook in it.  I ended up catching one fingerling bass, a good handful of bluegill of various sizes, and 3 medium turtles.  All catches were released back into the pond, though one or two bluegill were destined to be turtle chow, as they were damaged during hook extraction.

It was a nice evening, with a breeze and few mosquitos (thanks to DEET).  All of us made catches, so everyone was happy.

Random 5 Friday 6/5/15

A peek at my week, in a rather random way.

1.  DH has started to get a little overtime with work.  It's nice, financially, though I miss him when he is out late.

2.  Last week DH wasn't feeling 100%, and now this week I have 2 Monkeys down sick with bronchitis/walking pneumonia.  The doc gave them some meds that should get rid of it, assuming it isn't viral in nature.

3.  I started PT on my shoulder this week, after getting my ass chewed by my surgeon last week for doing too much with my arm.

4. When asked by one of the PT folks what my goals were, I said I wanted the shoulder back to normal so I would be able to deadlift 225# by December.  The female therapist looked at me like I had suddenly sprouted devil horns or something!  Luckily the male therapist was more understanding...and said, well that's 6 months out, you should be ok by then.

5.  We've had a full week of sunshine here in NTX, with warm temps.  I really miss being able to ride outside.  Maybe DH and I can do a longer ride on the tandem this weekend, in preparation for the Collin Classic bike ride next weekend.

Spirit in the Sky

It is said, that all dogs go to Heaven.  In that case, Cody just said "hello!", as I walked through the subdivision to collect an errant package the dyslexic postal worker left on the wrong porch.

Cody and his nemesis

Cody hated hot air balloons with a passion true to his Ridgeback heritage.  They were the Lions of the air, to him, and he sought to drive them away at every chance.  This morning, I saw another balloon flying hear the house, and as I looked at it, remembering Cody, I realized there was a Sun Dog in the high thin cloud layer, right behind the balloon!  I knew then Cody was making himself known.

Balloon and Sun Dog

I leave you with some dog haiku, in memory of Cody.

Look, look, look, look, look!

Aliens come to kill us!

Bark to scare them off!