I have a window open! It's the only one with a screen, otherwise I'd have many open. Unfortunately, now the girls can hear the neighbor's dog and they have been engaging in doggy turf wars ever since; I'm guessing the rules are whoever barks the loudest and most continuously wins.
This is the fourth day of sunshine in a row. I almost don't know what to do with myself. It feels like summer; the sun was hot on my back at nine thirty this morning when us girls went out for our walk of poop-o-rific places.
Unfortunately this good weather has brought out the golfers! I had completely forgotten that the golf course was actually a public place for the enjoyment of a sport. It felt more like my own private park where I could imagine I was a figure of great romantic possibility, out in the wind and snow on the open fields with my elegant dogs.
Enter reality: I am an interloper with two poop producing, poorly behaved dogs who are entirely capable of dragging me across the green in pursuit of a squirrel, no matter who might be teeing up at the moment. Picture me teetering off balance with the leashes of two large maniacal dogs in one hand, a plastic bag in the other, in a very unflattering pose and yelling while all around me small white balls fly. Maybe it'll still be quiet on week day mornings. I'm hoping so, because my dogs and the sport of golf just do not mix.
Keith had a day off yesterday, the first one in a while. It was so needed. When he came home, the sky was still light, the sun still shining. It was mild enough that we would sit out on the deck while the burgers grilled and watch the sun sink down between the trees. There were hawks circling against the deep blue sky.
The next day we made hash browns and south western omelets and then helped our old friends from CO move on post. They had rented a house, but their utility bill was astronomical, close to five hundred dollars. Yeah. So they were pushed to the top of the waiting list.
I remember when Keith and I were first together how uncomfortable I was around the couple, nervous and awkward. Now they feel almost like family. I'm down right fond of them.
We followed them on post, taking this lovely, winding back road through some real, down home Kentucky landscape. We passed church after little church, many with the congregation still grouped around the steps or the cars, chatting in the sun, holding Styrofoam cups of coffee and wearing suit coats or dresses that billowed a little in the wind.
I didn't realize how much housing there was on post. I understand how people could live the bulk of their entire lives in there. The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful looking, the house was a one floor duplex, with lots of windows and doors and big rooms. It was nice; it made me think of a 1950's house, it had that kind of simple charm.
And then I came home and washed my cell phone with my jeans. It didn't survive. Also, our renter tried to set up an allotment with her pay and it didn't go through at first and therefore did not get sent to the property manager and from thence onto us.
The first of the month pays the mortgage and the rent on this house, so the rent we get from her is what we live on until the fifteenth. I tell you what; it made Keith and I both incredibly grateful once more that we found a renter for our CO house.
Well, I guess I should go see if the golf course is free.
