Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Dreaming Warm.
As I gaze longingly out the window on these cold autumn days, it makes me wonder if all that nice warm summer sunshine and beautiful emerald green of the trees will ever come back. It’s cold out there. But I have a nice warm, snuggly bed. Okay, I have four beds. My human spoils me a bit. Plus I also share my human’s bed at night. We lay there, covered in wool blankets, our heads on the soft pillow, and dream of someplace warm. Sigh. This is bad, I’m starting to think like my human! 
Sometimes I wonder about him. Take the other day, he fried some eggs and tossed one onto his plate which slid onto the floor and across the floor with both of us chasing it. Now, I knew it left a slippery trail on the floor, so I avoided that, but my human didn’t think of it, he said, and stepped on that slippery part and suddenly his arms and legs were going in all directions and then, bang! He hit his head on the open cupboard door. (He has actually done that several times). Then he sat down. On the floor of all things! He just sat their, holding his head and doing that human purring, that he calls moaning. Very strange behavior.
Another day we are playing and suddenly he lays down on the floor, face down, then starts moving his arms and legs in odd ways that sort of looked like he was trying to swim. And he was doing that human purring again. Very strange indeed. Today he went outside in the cold without his jacket or shoes (wearing his slippers). He wanted to chase away that huge, scary, black bird (he calls it a raven). But he was in such a hurry he slipped off the step outside the door and slid on the snowy deck, slamming into the railing on the other side! That did work, the raven flew away. But my human came back in, doing his human purring, and he went and lay down! 
Very strange behavior again. I just can’t understand why he does such things. It’s a good way to hurt himself worse, he’s already in a lot of pain. Sometimes I really wonder about him. And that’s only a short list. I could go on and on and on and…well, you get the point. Well, thanks for reading and I hope you all have a really great (and warm) day! I sure hope we get some warm days again soon too. Sigh.
Muffin, as meowed to my human. The pictures are from this morning.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Adventures With Dad…Fishing #2.
Hello everyone on this slightly snowy Saturday. Yep, that’s right, but more on that later. So, back to fishing. There was another lake close by we decided to try since fishing wasn’t too good at this lake today. But we had to carry the boat down a path to the other lake. There was mosquitoes that morning. A lot of mosquitoes. They could have carried the boat by themselves, but they were too busy trying to carry us. As we neared the lake dad said to jump in the boat as soon as it was in the water and push away from shore, while he put the motor on the boat.
Okay, said I. Please notice what dad said. So that’s what I did. Dad was not quite as quick as me, he had the motor. I pushed the boat out. Dad stepped into the boat. Except the boat was not there. So he actually stepped into the water. Then sat down. Odd place to sit, I said. Bonehead! Was all that dad said. Good thing the water isn’t deep there, I added. So he did not get totally wet, only up to his chest.
Dad was holding the motor out of the water so the mosquitoes were having a feast on his arms and hands. Would you like some help?, I asked. No, he said, I’m enjoying this. Strange. I certainly wouldn’t enjoy something like that. I pushed the boat over closer to dad. He stood up just then and the boat hit him. He made a weird groan and sat down again. Why did you sit down again?, I asked. Dad just looked. I took the motor from him and thunk! Dad hit his head on the motor. You should be more careful, I said. I should have stayed home, he said. This was your idea, I reminded him. Momentary insanity, he replied. Not sure what he meant by that.
Off we went. The water in this lake was crystal clear, could see down 12 feet easily (3 and a half meters). I can even see the fish swimming down there, said dad as he looked over the side of the boat. I decided to look also. That made the boat lean a lot to that side. Dad yelled, which startled me so I sat up again. That made the boat splash back the other way. I should mention dad was standing up at this point, something he enjoyed doing in the boat for some reason. Poor dad. He lost his balance and over he went. What a huge splash! Dad came up and grabbed the boat. He couldn’t swim.
I keep telling you it’s dangerous to stand in the boat, I said. Only with you around, he replied. Odd thing to say. He’s the one that is accident prone, not me. Dad held on while I moved the boat to shallower water. There was a fallen tree under the water which we couldn’t see. Dad got his pants caught on a branch. AAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Ripped my pants, he yelled. Today isn’t your day, I said. What do you mean today?, he replied. True, he was usually doing something like that most days. He always tried to convince me these things only happened when I was around. Right.
Guess we will need one more part to finish this. I hope you all enjoy your weekend and God bless!
Steve and Muffin. (pictures used were not from our fishing trip, none were available)
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Steve`s Country 