To insanity and beyond ...: Vim, Vigour and Vitality!

I write my blog for upliftment ... mostly mine ... and to remind myself of the things that make me smile. My blog is my interpretation on the vagaries of life and their impact on me and those who inhabit my heart.

One of those that inhabit my heart is causing distraction of the highest order at the moment.

Unusual to see TWO Tug-boats heading across the bay ... and close in-shore too.

I returned from my ramble with a mind brimful to overflowing of things I need to accomplish this week. I head for the shower and then sit down to dry my hair. As I’m sitting there lost in the kaleidoscope of thoughts in my head, a random movement in the mirror catches my eye.

It’s the fur-ball. She’s up on the bed. She’s making mincemeat of one of the Harrods Teddy Bears!

It’s too comical for words. A black and white fur-ball standing on it’s hind legs like a grizzly bear, lashing out at an inert teddy. Teddy’s NOT putting up a fight. He’s chosen to play DEAD as it seems to be the safest option. He’s been leapt on, clawed and bitten all over and left looking rather disheveled as the fur-ball leaps off the bed looking for the next opponent.

She is abuzz .... full of vim, vigour and vitality!

I wish I had just a fraction of her energy.

It made me smile, bought me back to reality.

I’d woken late this morning and tried hard to IGNORE the repeated cacophony of the alarm. I am tired .... dog-tired. There’s an impatient hound waiting upstairs though for the signal to descend .... and for the day to begin. She knows it’s not the weekend. She knows it’s time for our daily ramble. She knows I’m late and she also knows the sun’s shining!

Leaving later did have it’s advantages. We caught up with Keith ... and Bessie .... as they headed home from their morning run. Bessie had been in the waves and gave us an impromptu shower as we stood chatting. We stopped to say hello to the lady who owns the tabby cat on the corner. I didn’t realise her tabby is the brother of the Library cat that’s gone missing. She thinks the Library cat’s dead.

The climb to the view-site seemed steeper than usual.

I’m sure someone re-arranged the roads whilst I was sleeping.

I needed my caffeine fix this morning!

Poor Julia had to go without hers. She's going for a scan and was under doctor’s orders to drink copious amounts of water.

Water just DOESN’T have the same punch as caffeine.

The hound’s rugby ball appears to be on it’s last legs. Sam’s earnest attempts to kill it have finally succeeded. It has a rather large hole in it that allows any and all air to escape, and copious amounts of water to flood in. I’m surprised it hasn’t sank yet! Despite the hole and despite having no buoyancy it still manages to stay afloat for the hounds to retrieve. I’m quite expecting for it to sink one of these days and we’ll have one or other hound swimming round in confused circles trying to find it.