Mr. Man takes a walk, explosions and bombers, a budgie named Pepper.

Dennis walked down to the bay thinking that a walk  might be helpful. It wasn't but he sat on the beach bench of rock and drift wood , took in the  salt and sea and  thought about making better  choices... He still is suffering extreme pain. 

This is the first butterfly seen in years. On the deck, painted lady.  Dennis's photo.

My ONE poppy struggled to bloom, and then it was gone.

This morning - a pod. Probably frightened into old age by the fireworks over night. 

The loudest and most frequent I ever remember- a steady rolling thunder around the edges, explosions near by. The city fireworks over the bay were predictable. Always the same , but, generally when they end, all fireworks call it a night and everyone goes to bed. Not last night...explosions until 3:00 am. 

 

I had wished that I had a  megaphone to shout at the close by bombers to STFU and go to bed like normal human beings. You know that feeling of finally entering a dream state, all comfy , warm  and drifty and then BOOM , a blast so loud it hurts your ears. Yeah, it was that, several times until three...I truly hate 7/4 holiday.

 Today in the garden, as though nothing happened last night...

"peace, love and understanding"  

A t-towel from the thrift shop- made in the UK . T-towels from England are the best for graphics and quality of cotton.

Who doesn't love a budgie? I've had a few and they never disappoint, although one of mine  flew into the TV screen and never peeped again. When I was little I had one named Pepper. Clever little thing talked and sang for years. He actually put sentences together , like  when My Dad came home from a train trip, Pepper said " Hi Pete, choocachoocachoo. (train sound)  One morning I got up to uncover his cage and say  the usual, "Pretty bird , pretty  Pepper". There was a note attached to his blanket- "Honey,  Pepper was not well last night when I covered him, I am sorry he may have died in his sleep. Do not be too sad, he had a fine life, love , Mom". Yes, he was dead,  belly up, dear little thing. I have had many birds since but none as lovely as he or as smart. He had freedom in the house, flew around and entertained us while we were eating dinner. He marched around sampling everyone's food, like  Helen Keller - in the Miracle Worker. He sat on my shoulder when I was on the  phone and would repeat a partial conversation, which sometimes was not good. Tattle tale! He chuckled and laughed and gave kisses, he flirted- he was loved. 

- and here is our other love- Flora Jane's final T-ball game for the season.

 She carries BalerinaMouse with her everywhere she goes.  Even when Flora  is up at bat, BalerinaMouse helps  her to grip the bat. 

Tomorrow I go in for another eye thing, and then  will meet grandson for dinner. The weather is superb! We will eat outside  and discuss his brilliant future and possibly have a G&T. Summer days demand it!