Purple slush.

Once again I find myself home alone with the 'girls, as my other half travels for work, but I'm not complaining - too much. Being home alone I tend to watch a lot less tele and catch up with my favorite blogs. You know who you are because you'll see comments from me all of a sudden. I also try to catch up with e-mails and keeping in touch with friends and family in the US. I'm already so over this election in the US that I try avoid conversations in the genre. So here I am, online, posting and finding new blogs to read and possibly bookmark. The dog is doing her thing, chewing a toy vigorously in an attempt to remove the plastic ball that is surrounded by some wondercloth that has stood up to her teeth for quite a few months now. In the end she will be triumphant but in the meantime it gives her something to do. As usual the cat is upstairs sleeping in the waning rays of sunshine that are filtering through to the underside of the table. Little does she realize, nor care I suppose, that a few feet from her, just over the low window ledge, is the beginings of another spectacular fall sunset. The guys in Vancouver know what I speak of. And I'm not talking just one or two evenings but a string of perhaps 7, 10 or 14 days of glorious color in the sky over the ocean. Keeping me company tonight is a tall glass of Wild Blackberry Margarita, made with a handful of fresh berries that mere moments ago I, with my two bare hands and a bowl, persoanlly plucked from the thonry tendrils along the driveway that have nurtured these berries to the wonderful, flavorful state they are in, or were in. Now they are part of my Purple Slush, and OH so yummy.

Thanks for tuning in, and don't forget to click on the left link to Help the Animals.