What's eating your time or are you waiting for a time out...like me?

Everyone has something in their individual life, that teaches them patience. Some of you have more than one or two....you poor thing. Well... mine is a 90 pound 18 month old blood line German Shepard that my policeman son decided that I needed. I personally think that it was just a thinly devised maneuver to keep mom home and well anchored. You see, I have raised and successfully launched my offspring, and entered that second phase of life called freedom again ( or empty nest). Or, so I thought. And then there came Kuno! His name is German and means Brave!! However, when a thunder storm rolls in you will find him hidden beneath the guest room bed. He's a wonderful dog, but he is still all puppy, and it is like having a toddler about again, except that he doesn't smell like play doe... unless he has eaten it. I am convinced that some where in his ancestral line is a renegade goat. He has eaten pantie hose, socks, several pair of under garments, shoes( that one almost sent him to doggy heaven) washcloths and hand towels ( his favorite) vintage linen hankie's (I contemplated murder) and finally my watch ( three times). I remember a quote by a philosopher ( who's name escapes me at the moment) but, he said, that the only things that separates us from the animals is our ability to reason, unquote. Well... he never met Kuno. German Shepard's are extremely intelligent dogs, how be it, one dimensional in there thinking. Let me explain. You see, when I get dressed and leave the house the last thing I do is put on my watch and tuck a sweetly scented vintage hankie ( no self respecting southern girl would be caught without one, and... i have issues with tissues) in the watch band and I'm good to go, as the Yankee's put it. Kuno's reasoning... eliminate the watch and hankie and mom has to stay home! I try to be careful when I remove these and carefully put them high and out of sight, for Kuno's is always alert ( wonder if this is why they are called "watch dogs", pun intended) but inevitably I will slip up and one gulp .... and my time is eaten up.  He always spits out the face and buckle ( thank God ) but to his way of thinking, mission accomplished. So three watches down and counting. So here's the dilemma. He does win in a manner of speaking. I have to keep a close watch on him ( housebound) so here I am in "time out", literally, watching for" time out". Any moment now I hope. So while the minutes are ticking away... here's just another sandcastle thought by Geani....<3

A Butterfly morning.

This morning I woke up feeling a little low and not ready to meet the day head on.My husband is positioned on the other side of the globe literally! He is deep in the African bush and up to his knees in camel muck. And, believe it or not he loves this. Unfortunately for him...I, do not. Camels are cute with their long eye lashes but they lack the sweet smell of civilization Anyway, I stepped out on the balcony which faces the east and meets the rising sun, and embraced the familiar smell of my beautiful Lake Salubria. A slight  chill left from the cool night lingered in the air.This is  NewYork you know!And, it is only June.  I hugged myself and shivered  and that... is when I spied him.  A beautiful monarch butterfly. This specimen was a deep iridescent black with blazing red trim. I don't believe I have ever seen one so elegant. However, our little paratrooper was tangled in the mosquito  net that covers the balcony bed that we have set up in the summer to fall asleep on, under the carpet of stars on warm balmy nights. I quickly caught and cradled him in my hands, before our 90 pound friendly German Sheppard that we are so lovingly cursed with; could inhale him. I gently transferred him to one of my lovely hanging plants. There he could regain his equilibrium and launch when  ready. He soon caught a passing breeze and spread his wings. But surprizingly he fluttered to my shoulder instead.   He slowly opened and closed his beautiful wings as if to give me a panoramic view to remember. I also think he was saying thanks. Then, just as quickly he was gone. I smiled to think that this is sometimes the way it is with us and God. My first gift of the day. One I won't soon forget. Just another rescue in God's timing. Well... I'm off. Oh... and, this is... just another sandcastle thought by, Geani  :)