Vacation from the Motorhome!

At home for a change does count as a vacation. Riley is happy. He would be happier if the tiny Chihuahua that belongs to my parents would quit yapping and growling at unexpected moments. It makes Riley’s hair stand on end (literally) and then he gets embarrassed because nothing is actually happening. When the smaller dog yaps, Riley leaps out of sleep with his own yelp, and then comes to hide behind my chair.

I got to sit on our deck today with my Dad. We watched a thunderstorm brewing over the mountains several miles away. The sun was behind us, so the clouds were brilliantly white, with several muted shades mixed in.

I always see faces in the clouds. Rarely do I recognize them. Dad saw a spaceship. Mom saw a wolf. Then Dad saw the wolf too. Later he saw a poodle.  I wonder what a psychiatrist would make of the three of us?

The woods are magical to me. With every change of light I see new faces on the trees and imaginary people and animals flicker here and there. We were happy to see a real fawn again. Alone this time, it wandered up from below the house and found a shadowy place to lie down in the trees beyond the utility shed.

It has been a pleasant week, here with Mom and Dad and my oldest son. Warm, but not too hot. Last night we lay out on the deck and watched the stars come out, happily arguing about which star was the North Star and where the Little Dipper was. We saw a few meteors and several bats and went to bed content and full of popcorn and hot cocoa.