Welcome to my world....

There are mornings when I shake my head in wonder.  (And wonder what we're doing out here.)

On the porch first thing this morning:

1. The orange cat, waiting for his Meow Mix.
2. Mr. Carson (the neighbor's peacock), waiting for the orange cat's Meow Mix.
3. A tarantula, waiting for heaven only knows what.


The orange cat has had his breakfast and is now sleeping on the picnic table on the back deck.   Carson has had his own bowl of Meow Mix and is right now staring into the breakfast room windows and watching me as I type.
The tarantula has had a blast of wasp spray and was last seen crawling underneath the red-bud bushes by the back porch. (I chose to spray that tarantula because the last time I saw one on the porch, my husband captured him in a plastic container and tossed him out into the pasture.... my guess is he either found his way back or there are more tarantulas than we can count out there.)


Life in the country. Glorious. Oh well.

Must. Change. Attitude.