Is it time?

DSCN2035.JPG           I came upon this little fella on my walk…

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This is my banter for Friday September 20th…

Hello, to everyone:: I am wishing all of you happiness, and good fortune.. ‘I know I usually ask how you are doing’.. This is just one of those out of the ordinary thoughts.. I have to mix it up or it gets very boring, as you read the same thing day in and day out… I know I have lost my touch with reality, and I care not to give a darn.. One way or the other.. The title, ‘Is it time’ refers to going to sleep.. Turning in, hitting the sack, or just plain going to bed.. ZZZZ… I had the worst night’s sleep on Wednesday night.. I tossed and turned.. Finding myself in my usual sleeping poses, but none of them seemed to work.. I lay there with thoughts of what I should have done or said.. Story lines would run through my mind, and vanish a few minutes later.. Sometimes I get stunning lines, that I dwell on for longer than I should.. Nothing seemed to be working.. I could hit myself on the head with my cast iron pan… But with my luck I would likely drop it on my foot and break my toes, and foot.. Then I would not be able to sleep due to the pain.. I seen the clock tell me it was four forty five a.m.. Holly crap.. The greater part of the night has gone by.. My mind told me it was time to sleep, but the body was not listening.. 

DSCN2073.JPGThis photo is plain and simple.. I like it..

My legs felt heavy, and my dancing feet were making the seventeenth lap around the dance floor.. I get really upset when my legs try to keep going.. I’m not partial to restless leg syndrome.. “Is it time to sleep” I kept asking myself.. I stood on the floor beside the bed, and made my way to the bathroom, again.. As I walked it felt like I was tap dancing across the floor.. :0 There was no music,  just the sound of my breathing.. I slathered my legs and feet with extra moisturizing lotion.. I had to be careful on the way back to bed.. I went carefully, placing each foot flat on the floor.. One wrong move and I would be sailing across the floor.. I was a greasy as pig at a pig chase.. Once at the bedroom door, I turned to look behind me and someone was following me.. :O Now, how could I sleep knowing someone was outside the bedroom door.. I hurried my pace and jumped into bed.. I pulled the blankets up over my nose.. My eyes darted back and forth and my heart rate quickened.. I was not alone.. I had my dogs with me.. They would save me should anything happen.. I was as wrong as could be, as deep under the covers they huddled… I guess I was on my own.. I turned on my side and watched in the direction of the door..

DSCN2087.JPGHow the heck does anything get out of this part of the forest??

It was dark in the room, and the only hint of light was a tiny night light.. I could see the door as the dim light reflected towards the door.. I waited and waited.. I had enough.. I needed to see what or  if anything was out there.. With a can of hair spray in my right hand, I opened the door.. I flicked the light switch.. No one was there, just me.. I looked at the foot prints again and placed my foot right on top of one of them.. Perfect fit.. This person wore the same size as me.. Is there anyone here? I asked.. But no answer.. I crept quietly back to the bedroom and closed the door behind me.. I jumped into bed.. The dogs started to bark.. How could I ever sleep with all this noise going on?? I reassured the dogs that it was me, and slithered under the blankets.. The bed was so warm and inviting.. I sighed, and turned on my side to keep an eye on the door.. It must have been another hour or more, and I was really wanting sleep to find me.. I welcomed sleep.. The clock reflected on the ceiling, what time it was.. Five fifteen.. I couldn’t believe it.. Was I going to sleep tonight or stay up..

DSCN2094.JPG    This crazy looking rotten stump looked like large dog..

I could feel my puppy licking my hand.. The feeling was so soothing.. I pulled her up beside me, and she put her head on my arm.. There must have been some magic in that little lick.. I don’t recall anymore story lines, fear, or anything till I saw the light of morning around ten thirty a.m. .. Isn’t it great how the body can drift off with a friend close by… 🙂 🙂 Take care, and be kind.. This exhausted lady needs to get a nap.. Till later.. Get some sleep.. :0 :0

I want to thank my readers for coming to read my banter.. Thank you.. 🙂 🙂  Ya already know the photos are mine.. Enjoy… 🙂 🙂 

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS..  ” Is it time??”  🙂 🙂

 

 

 

Visiting the garden (10)

 

P5020264.JPG  Mother nature has so many beautiful things for us to see..

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Ellie the bus driver had taken up on Jody’s offer to come for coffee. Jody’s parents found Ellie’s company to be a refreshing breath of air. Mom had invited Ellie for dinner on Sunday night, and she excepted. Good friends had been made that evening…

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Visiting the garden (9)

DSC_0594_edited.jpg       Eating dinner upside down….

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With the back garden unfinished, and the real estate agents showing up. It was time for everyone to leave. Sally had called her agent explaining about the back garden. Sally did not want the agents to see her in the condition she was in. Jody and Sally gathered their tools and made a run for it…

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Visiting the garden (6)

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Mom had come across Jody and Sally kissing in the kitchen. Upon mom asking Jody if she was gay, the secret was now out in the open. After a talk with mom and some good advice to Jody and Sally from mom. It was time for the gals to talk with dad.

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Visiting the garden (5)

DSCN1154.JPG          Pretty yellow flowers….

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With cake all over her face, Sally ate the icing and bits of cake from her hands. The children looked on with big wide eyes, and mouths wide open. The rest of the adults were laughing so hard that they did not notice the children…

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Visiting the garden (4)

DSCN1044 (2).JPG        You can’t see me….

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Sally and Jody had bought a surprise for the children after they had eaten their supper. Everyone walked down the lane to wait for the bus to drop Tory off. Sally politely asked the bus driver to allow Amber to get off at Tory’s house, just this one time.

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Visiting the garden (2)

DSCN0949.JPGLook who was taking a bath in the bird bath…

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Tory was a lucky young man. Papa had made him a secret place under the big stairs where he could read. Papa called Tory his ‘Mini Me.’ Tory was not happy when he found out what was going to happen today.

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Visiting the garden (1)

 

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    In the garden grows….     All pictures taken by myself.. Mags… 🙂

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We all have gardens of some sort around our homes. Gardens are thought out by those that design beauty around business and buildings. Gardens adorn the parks we stroll threw. 

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Rain (9)

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     The feeling of rain…

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Percy had met his new daughter for the very first time. He was smitten with her cute cubby cheeks. Mercy was doing very well, after the birth. She had been told that she and the baby would be spending the night in the hospital.

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Lazy Daisy (7)

can I help you.jpg        Can I help you? …..   Photo by: Mags

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Daisy was very happy with the attention Dave was giving her. He held her hand and did not let it go for the rest of the day. Daisy had found out a few things about Dave, and his family. Daisy felt sorry for Dave’s parents. Their life needed to be changed, so they could laugh.

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