Saturday, July 11, 2015
On a roll, after a quick but necessary nap, I loaded the truck with bags of squooshed cans and Bessie Anne and I headed to El Dorado and the recycling center. I go only a couple of times a year and was running out of storage space. Unlike a lot of dogs, Bess doesn't really like riding in the truck, mainly snoozing and only occasionally lifting her head. As a puppy, she used to get car sick and barf on the seat. She got over that, thank goodness, but she has no interest in where we're going. Unless we're going to the cookie store (feed store), that is. As a surprise, we made a detour to Mt. Aukum on the way home. I needed a bag of goat chow and Bess deserved a treat.
A glass of whiskey and a seat on the deck at day's end, listening to the quiet with my girl and looking over the hills eased my aches and pains.
I may be feeling it this morning, but it was a good day.