Escort Service

Celeste has joined my escort service.  For years, Bessie Anne has been my constant companion and now Celeste is in training for the job.  (Ralph is busy doing Ralph things.)  Sometimes Bess and Celeste work in tandem and sometimes they tag-team, but I go nowhere alone in the house.  Ever.  I don't know if they're acting as bodyguards or are doubtful of my activities, but I am under constant surveillance.  Bessie Anne has the detail when I go outside.  Inside, Celeste will wake from a sound sleep to walk close by my side down the hall or simply into another room.  Bess will occasionally wait to see if I'm coming back before following.  Now that Celeste has joined the ranks Bessie feels more comfortable if I'm out of her sight for a few minutes.  Privacy is a thing of the past.  There is no escape from this eagle-eyed dynamic duo.

The rain had stopped by the time I was in the barn, but it stayed cold and misty all day.  Not quite a drizzle, it was wet enough to dampen the goats and frizzle my hair.  As I told Linda, on foggy days I bear an amazing resemblance to a Brillo pad.  The break in the clouds at sundown was not the only bright spot in my day.

The smile on Clay's face when he came up was like a ray of sunshine and I'm sure my own was a reflection.  I'm honored when the Kids share precious time off with me.  Deb and Craig visited on their long weekend and Clay is on vacation.  Dave takes time away from other work.  It's pretty cool.  Clay and I talked and talked, and puttered around downstairs in the morass we call "the shop."  The question always is, "Why do you suppose he (Steve) felt the need for 8 (or 12 or 50) of these?"  And there is no answer.

"Wrestling Ernest Hemingway" is a much-loved movie and I wanted to dub it from VHS to DVD.  Clay was up for watching it, so I got out the instruction manual.  After a few false starts with the two remotes, I got the machines working.  One never knows what will appeal to another, so I was pleased when Clay said, "That was one damned good movie!"

Bessie Anne, after holding back all day, could stand it no longer and shamelessly begged for Clay's attention.  She completely lost it, almost turning herself inside out.  Clay got down on the floor to play and snuggle with my girl.  The look on her face as she crawled into his lap was pure bliss.  After such a day, I know just how she felt.