Sunshine

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Sunshine, dogs, and a cute little mushroom. Three things that brought me joy today.

Bruce invited me out into the Sunshine on one of his breaks today and so I went. I was in the middle of a sewing project, attempting to get it done...sewing projects and I do a little dance around each other until it must be done. Anyway, we went out and stood in a patch in the middle of the driveway, and talked about our boat that we are working on in our free time and refitting for our future dreams and plans.

And then we noticed the tree that went down over the fence and made plans to tackle it after work was over for the day. And we did. I held a flashlight while he fired up the chainsaw and cut felled tree into chunks.

When we went back in from our afternoon break in the Sunshine,  I sat back down at the sewing machine and the dogs did their crazy tango of growl, bite, and chase each other around the table and island and living room. As the afternoon wore on their antics got even more feisty, so I fed them and sent them outside a little earlier than their regular habit. Pepper doesn't live here usually,  but when he comes for a stay he makes Honey a lot more active with his amorous ways. When she tires of him, she casually gives him a little swat, being twice as big as he is and Pepper submissively  goes and lays in his bed for a think.

My cute, little mushroom I found in a shop over in Deer Park this morning. I went for coffee with friends and then we did a little walk around town.  It's been a good day. And that's my noisy 20 minutes of everyday life.

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