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My One True Life by wayward heart
September 2015
1As the Gentle Rain From Heaven
2Quote Du Jour
3An Outing For Nougat
4The Daily Nougat
5Interesting Weather We're Having
6Seeing Dad
7Breathing Space
8Hit The Rack, Ronnie
10Bygone Meals
11Gremlin Dog
12A Good Noogie Day
13Quote Du Jour
14A Sit Outside Kind of Day
15Can You Imagine?
16Taking Myself To Breakfast
19Non Rolling Peas
20I Want Your Mommy!!
21Time To Oil My Mother
23It Ain't Over Till......
24Monster In the Garage
25Mist Over The Lake
26Nougat and Her Wonder Tongue
27BANG!!! BANG!!!
28Crappy Day
29Nothing Much.....But There It Is
30I Had A Title This Morning, But I've Forgotten It Now.....

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A Sit Outside Kind of Day
September 14, 2015

Today's weather is absolutely glorious. It (almost) makes me glad I moved here.

When Nougat at I went outside at 8am, it was downright, dare I say it? COOL outside. Enough so, that when we went back out after her breakfast (around 9-ish), I took a cup of hot tea with me!

Early in the morning, there was no wind, and the lake was just as still and clear as a mirror. I saw a gorgeous, large white bird (heron?) fly over the lake.

A small, yellow bird, and his grey-brown mate perched on the chain link fence. He looked a bit like a canary, if not quite so bright a yellow. I saw crows, too, of course, and several butterflies.

Later in the morning, the wind picked up. It was a cool, refreshing breeze. It set the windchimes to tinkling cheerfully. The lake was no longer still. I could see the wind rippling along the surface. Where there was shade, the lake was an opaque greenish color. Where the sun was shining on it, it shimmered and shone like silver lamé.

Nougat and I spent most of the day outdoors. From 8-8:30, from 9-11, from 12:15-1, from 2-3. By then, the sun was directly over the patio, and while it's not a hot day, the sun is still very strong. So we came inside.

She's napping at my feet as I write. We'll go out again in a little while (it's 4:30 now), and stay out till maybe 5:30-6. Come in for dinner, and then go back out till 7. And then probably go out again at least twice more after that!

Had I still been in NY, this is the kind of perfect summer day where Panache would have spent the entire day outdoors. I'd've gone and sat outside with her as much as possible, but she would've gone out after breakfast and not come in till dinner. I can picture her.....asleep against the gate, completely happy.

The other day, I got her license renewal in the mail. The P.O. had been kind enough to forward it to me. I cried when I opened it. I haven't sent it back. I can't bring myself to check the "Dog is deceased" box. And since I no longer live there, it doesn't matter. If I were still there, I think I would have asked Karen to fill in the box for me and put it in the mail. I don't think I could've stood to bring it to the Town Clerk's office, and have to hand it to them. I know I wouldn't have been able to do it without bawling, which would only have embarrassed us both. (and then I would've had to pull myself together and go downstairs to work at the library).

I love Nougat, but that doesn't stop me from loving and still missing Panache. After all, she and I had 12 years together.....and most of that time, it was just the 2 of us. So far, Nougat and I have only had 3 months, and they've been shared with Mom and Brother. She's not just 'my' dog, and it's different. Not better or worse, but different.

Anyway, today has been a lovely day. The kind of day that makes people want to move to FL. I'm glad for day, but a little part of me can't help saying, "You had these days in NY, too, you didn't have to move here for this". All too true, but totally moot at this point.

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