It's been about 7 years since I put anything on this blog. It's how the Dad for whom I'm now the 24/7/365 care-giver used to keep up, somewhat, with my life. Now, he wishes I was living anywhere but here, sometimes. Or, at least, had taken him up on that travel-trailer parked in the side yard so we both would have some privacy. But that is verboten per the geriatric Doctor, who says it would be considered neglect if someone wasn't living with him.
Sigh.
And my Bearded Dragon is on Walkabout, an Aussie thing. Meaning, she, George, absconded when I took a couple seconds too long to turn around and see where she went, about a month ago Thursday. I think she was making room for the 2 Siberian Huskies I have accepted into our small cabin near Lake James, NC. It's where some of "The Last of the Mohicans" was filmed, roads dug up and residents mad that they had to drive 20 minutes out of their way around the lake to get home from work. Anyway, back to George. I've been on some Bearded Dragon boards and am somewhat hopeful that I may see her again, since it's in the middle of the summer and there's plenty of food and places to skedaddle to if a predator is around. Like the 6 cats and 3 dogs. Well, 2 of them never go off leash. The new pets. Dexter and Mina.
Dexter is the darker dog. Mina is the reddish-brown Husky. She's a bit fat and lazy, like me. Dexter is higher strung and too skinny, like my Irish twin. Heh.
OK, that's enough for tonight.
Peace,
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