Carol's sanity has departed ...

“Life is WAY too short to act normally!” 

~ anon

Carol’s sanity has departed and left NO forwarding address!! Oh dear.

She left Sam ‘HOME ALONE’ today whilst she went out for a few hours. Under normal circumstances that wouldn’t be a problem but Sam’s the Man who hasn’t had his daily constitutional since he had THAT op! He has oodles of energy to spare!

Carol returned home to a house that DIDN’T resemble the one she’d left. Sam had found a muddy log and taken it into the house and onto the bed to chew .... not his bed mind you, but one of the spare beds. His bed had been man-handled .... or should that be dog-handled .... from one room to another. He’d spread ALL his toys throughout the house AND searched through Carol’s shoes to try and find her walking shoes. I’m sure he thinks she’s lost them!

She’s counting the hours till Tuesday morning and the restoration of her sanity!

She NEEDED the ramble the hound and I had this morning.

I wish I could explain more eloquently in words the feeling I get when I head down to the beach each morning. It completes me ... it makes me feel whole. I was born to live next to the waves and to feel the energy pulsate through my body everyday. It’s wicked! We live in our own bit of paradise.

Coffee’s wicked too ... and I get to indulge in that addiction early every morning as well! 

My day always begin with the RIGHT mix of ingredients!

... and SUNSHINE today!

... and a SOLAR ECLIPSE tomorrow .... which I won’t get to see because I’m at WORK!!

What I DID get to see and hear this afternoon was an impressive hail-storm .... and THUNDER! We seldom get hail-storms in Aux and the hail is never as large as some of the golf-ball size hail stones we used to get in SA ... which is why it was SO unusual! 

It was FIERCE and FAST and FURIOUS and caught everyone unawares. 

.... and then came the thunder!  Long, loud, rumbling thunder. Even my hound, who’s usually unperturbed by fireworks and thunderstorms, lifted her head at the intensity  of the thunder.

Her interest didn’t last long. A quick assessment of her surroundings to ensure all was in order then the head went down and she continued with her nap.

Contentment is.

Mrs. Browns Boys have a lot answer for!

Ice, Ice and still MORE ice .... AND it’s fresh!!

These were really neat size balls .... had to stop her from popping them
 ... they were for the Weetbix Kids Triathlon.

Yes, Mrs Brown’s Boys have something to answer for. The boys in this house LOVE that program and the whacky humour that is part and parcel of it. Ice in our house has taken on new meaning ever since the episode where Betty was persuaded to take Agnes’s drink back to the bar as Agnes wanted the frozen ice replaced with fresh ice. Betty was up and on her way to the bar before registering that she’d been hoodwinked 

.... that episode never fails to make my boys laugh!

Strangely enough, Agnes was also drinking gin and tonic.

I’ve complained before about having ‘old’ ice in my drink .... ‘old’ ice being ice that’s been in the deep freeze for an inordinate length of time ... yes, it tastes stale.

They now make a point of asking me if I want frozen or fresh ice in my G + T. The fridge in the house we’ve just moved into has an ice-maker and the boys are thrilled. Now when they tell me they’ve put fresh ice in my drink, they really have .... and it still makes them chuckle.

Some semblance of sanity is slowly returning to my disordered world. I’ve been feeling philosophical today and can only put it down to the move and the upheaval and chaos that accompanies it. I need to open my eyes and listen with my soul because that’s the part of me that isn’t confused by what’s happening in my life.

I think too much. I ponder too much on the sins of the world and try to make them all right

 ... and it just doesn’t work. 

Insanity rules

.... but would I want it any other way?

The wind in our part of the world has been insane as well. It’s stirred up a world of discontent and unease ..... everyone feels it. It’s whipped clouds of sand through the village, it’s piled up against the kerb and along the shop fronts. 

You can see Mother Nature’s been in a bit of a frenzy

.... I know how she feels.

It’s spring tide and I love spring tides. I love the way the waves race up the beach, each wave trying to outdo the one before. The hound loves it too .... way more water to wade through after her ball!

Waiatarua was all but deserted this morning apart from the stalwarts like Carol and I, and Abby the German Shepherd and Sasha the Samoyed. Sasha’s beautiful ... she’s WHITE .... FLUFFY WHITE .... and she’s always clean! I have no idea how she manages to stay like that. Sasha and Wendy are often at Waiatarua and Wendy’s not like some of the other humans we encounter who flinch when a certain “wannabee” chocolate hound goes racing up to them, shaking mud in every direction.

My hound just gives you a shower .... there’s seldom mud involved.

The hounds could ramble for hours at Waiatarua. They NEVER tire of chasing down just one more rugby ball, leaping into the water just one more time. They’re doing what they love and they’re doing it well. 

I need to practise that .... not the leaping into water thingy .... but the doing what I love thingy. 

"When you're completely involved in an activity for its own sake, the ego falls away and time flies. Every action, movement, and thought follows inevitably from the previous one. Your whole being is involved, and you're using your skills to the utmost."  ~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

The "treading water" hound ... she's so cute!