As many of you know, I usually blog early in the morning–generally before the sun comes up. Today, I had a doctor’s appointment–nothing serious–and simply didn’t get to the computer on time. It’s around two in the afternoon now–since I get up before the chickens do, it’s dern near bedtime!
More on Phoenix. We’re up to last Saturday now. I got to sleep in, and appeared at artist Ron Burns’ Vessley Gallery in Scottsdale. To my disappointment, Ron was painting that day (he does the most wonderful portraits of dogs and cats), so I didn’t get to meet him. I did buy a print, though, one I will proudly display. The animals in his paintings have the most soulful, liquid eyes I have ever seen. You just want to tumble right into them. Like me, Ron is associated with the Humane Society of the United States–his wonderful work hangs all over their national headquarters.
They’re still drilling for the well out front. Bernicie is fit to be tied. She barks and barks. (“Mom! There’s a truck on our property! DO something!”)
I’ll be on time for tomorrow’s blog, good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.
