Patrice & Me & Mud

Patrice & Me & Mud

I sit here after barn chores in wet over-alls…

I should be showering and laundering off all of “this”…

Patrice & Me

But what’s the point?

It’s going to happen all over again when I go back outside later…

I think Patrice & I will just flick off the chunky bits and wait for the “rest” to dry.

What I mean by the “rest”…….can be defined as mud/poo/pee/sweat/more-mud/and tears……..maybe that should be a name for a rock group?………….oh, wait…….I think it’s already been done.

Patrice and I have been chafed all summer long.

This Never Gets Old………..HA!

Tired of the rainy season?

You bet’cha!

It a regular thing.

It arrives every year.

And I whine and complain all the way through “it”.

Everything is mud splattered…….windows…….doors…….fenders…….rearview-mirrors…….hounds…….my children…….me…

Splash-lines are waist-high on most things…

I’m tired from just slogging through the mud…

Every step is an effort to keep your balance…..to keep your boots on…..to keep clean…..and to make any headway…

…….I’ve learned to aim for the ruts and maybe…..just maybe…..my boots won’t bottom out…….maybe…

Boot-Sucking Mud—–At Least I Knew Where My Daughters Were—–Aren’t Her Legs Pale!!

Subsequently when the hounds come back in the house and lie down, they leave the equivalent of a “crime-scene” silhouette where they just were.

Killian
Same Hound           

I’m keeping an eye on the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico for any tropical “things” developing.

I love how the meteorologists refer to potential/future/gut-wrenching/tropical depressions (who could later ripen into a hurricane) as…………………..”points of interest” or “something to watch”.

AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I remember a few years back, my favorite weatherman said…………………..we won’t worry about “that one” yet…………………..we are going to concentrate on “this one” first…………………..we’ll get to “that” later…

What he actually meant was……..we were  #%$&^#$^%$’ed.

AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

That was the year we went through the entire alphabet with named storms…….and then started on the Greek alphabet…….and my ulcers…

 

Why am I still in Florida………?

Florida’s summers are just like a 12-Step program…………………..one day at a time…

 

 

 

 

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