I am a bit random today so please excuse my ramblings. Did you see the super moon these past few days? Sorry if I am posting pictures if everyone has done so already, I have not been visiting blogs due to work so I have no idea what has been posted.
The evening of the full moon it was quite hazy here but I did get a good shot or two.
I am fascinated by the moon and I always have been. I find such beauty in it, whatever stage it is in. Yesterday morning as I drove to work in the early hours before the sun was up, I saw the moon breaking through the clouds, it was so gorgeous. As I was driving there are no pictures of it for you to see but believe me it was amazing.
This morning I slept til 7, a luxury I will not have next week when school starts for my boys. When I took Max out this is what I saw, a gorgeous almost full moon peeking at me. The photo above is untouched, but with a little contrast and cropping you get the photo below.
Can you see the woman's profile on the moon? I see her best in the morning, in the evening she is upside down. The dark area is her hair, it looks like it is tucked behind her ear and trailing over her shoulder. There is just a hint of where her jaw and chin might be. I think you can imagine her a bit better in the untouched photo above.
We had a visitor this weekend and Max was none to pleased. Yes Mr. Wrigley Field came to stay for a few days. You have all met him before and I have to say that while I love the little dog cuddles, Mr Wrigley was not all that well behaved, doing his business in my house to mark his displeasure that his family left him. And yipping at everything, apparently he feels Max does not guard the house well enough.
Max was having nothing to do with the visitor. This is what he did all weekend, just walk away from me as if it was my fault we were doing our neighbor's a favor. Well it was my fault but I was just trying to be nice. This coming after the dreaded children staying in our home and a very ill brother that Max had to visit often, but could not quite figure out why he was in my room for so long. All this is so confusing to Max, I mean how much can this poor boy take?
And to make matters even worse Max had a birthday on Friday and it almost went unnoticed. I was very overwhelmed and sleep deprived by my nursing duties. Even though Max was sang to repeatedly, given blueberries on his food, given extra belly rubs and a walk where he could sniff as long as he wanted, it was not enough. He wanted a big party for turning ten and having to put up with a new little brother running into him with his walker, a big brother that is often gone for long periods of time, and recently children staying in his home. Max was not even allowed to bark at the pool for a few days for fear he would wake up his recovering brother. So sorry Max, we will have a big party for you next year when you turn 11.
Here is a hint of something I just finished. Can you guess what it is?
My Teenager continues to recover. It took him almost an hour and a half to eat a soft piece of buttered bread and two over easy eggs on Sunday. Yesterday it was a bit more painful as the scabs are starting to come off, I know more info than you really need at this point. Today we are weaning down the medication even more and he has been ordered to take a short walk, school starts in less than a week, I have to get him ready. I am not ready, but I am determined he will be.
Have a great day.