journey home

at MPS airport...

(loved all the free-to-use iPads all over the place...)

                                   ...in the air.... (descending into the Triangle area...)

...at the RDU airport....

...and back at home...

meow!!

Sat. June 20

  ( just the pictures) good morning, sleepyhead!

 Visiting Papa with my mom, brother and his dog.

 Dinner at Mexican restaurant with Mom and other brother, Brad, who recommended I try a Blue Moon beer, which has orange fruity notes to it. not bad. (now i'm sleepy!)

 Eau Claire, Wisconsin isn't exactly Mexico, but this outside seating was nice.

 Salad with jumbo blackened shrimp, yum!

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travels with Raphael

Took a drive with my brother Dean and his furry boy, Raphael.  Raphael, one of my many furry nephews, is an English shepherd. 

He enjoys riding in the car.  Even on boring trips to Walmart.

                                                 hey, look at this....!!!!

Only in Wisconsin:  Green Bay Packer flip-flops!!

I reward Raphael by giving him lots of walks.

my faithful leader.

(he loves to sniff a lot, so I just wait.)

             
                                             If you go too fast on down the path, you miss out on
the beautiful things...like these pretty wildflowers that I'll bring to my dad's hospital room.
                                               stop and smell the daisies, bruh!!

On the run...

Your spirit's water to my soul...
#betterthanoneday #pandora  #worship

On the run

late night run

Took a late night run tonight.

  Had to get out of the house.  Mind spinning. Emotions out of control.  If I don't make some productive use of this emotional energy, I might do something that would scar my children's emotions for life.  even if it set me free.

So I laced up and ran down the street.  Had a flashlight in my pocket, that I used occasionally, to be seen by motorists, but still had a sense of unease.  I used to always go running at night in my college days, but that was a small town, a different time period. 

Tonight I knew that female joggers,  especially those with pony tails, can be prime targets for assaults, rape.

But I was feeling so distressed, so out of control, that I almost didn't care, almost welcomed the horrors of a rape; after all, it would just reinforce the sickening sense of shame i carry around with me anyway.  why not, just reduce me to an even lower piece of slime.

Not like this cute little snake, though, (snakes aren't slimy)  that I spied on the sidewalk, lit up by the streetlight.

(i think the poor guy was dead). 

death. just what i don't need to think about some more tonight.

Just a few swipes...