24 hours

Dreading a 24 hour period can make you wish to be like Rip Van Winkle and sleep straight through. At least if you are sleeping you aren't conscious of a date on a calendar or of the activities of the world around you. Or avoiding crowds can help because then you don't have to pretend or hide your feelings. There are so many people that dread the next 24-36 hours. Children without mothers. Non mothers. Mothers who are without their children. There are many who will celebrate a first day in the club they have longed to belong to for so long, but there are many who are just surviving another day they will dread for the next 364 until it comes back to once again remind them of what they just don't have.

The Contest

I am using this picture of Cocoa Puff's flip flops from the last tball game to remember that in this part of the deep south it has already been summer for a couple of weeks. The temperatures and humidity are climbing together. The contest developed as a bet between Grandaddy and M over who could wait the longest before turning on the air conditioner. I am sort of just tagging along because if I cave first I'm not buying dinner for everyone (which is the punishment for the loser). As of today, no one has confessed to caving but the funnies are that J-dog raved about how good the air feels in the car and that it gets talked about everytime we are together. Grandaddy is determined to win and thinks he will because M will cave for the sake of the children, but I have an iron will and since it's just me and the mutt I will be victorious. She can't complain about sweating and I like to win.

A family of Rocky's

Here is my squirrel family...Trix focused all the babies on what the mama is saying to them.