Cuz it's very pink, to get a better view of the kestrel, who had just caught a mouse in the front pasture. While standing at the front window I caught sight of my father-in-law's lighthouse. My in-laws did some dabbling with oils paints years back and Steve and I got one of his father's lighthouse series.
I've always liked this painting and I
really want to get it up on a wall.
While standing at the front window, pondering the name Little Hawk and rejecting it, cuz he might be sensitive about his size, I could see into the hallway, and it occurred that the space right outside my door would be a good place for my father-in-law's lighthouse.
And the impulse to get hammer and a nail flashed through my being.
And then I remembered what I'd gone into the pink room for.
And then noticed that the fire needed prodding.
The hawk was just sitting on a post, so I prodded the fire and returned to the post I was in the middle of.
And so began another day of side tracking and lost pursuit.
I did get some things done. A couple of loads of laundry, I straightened up the dry goods cabinet. Which was in semi-sad shape after the recent celebration. I collected more branches.
I also chased the dogs a little more than I'd like.
I did get the post done.
I cleaned up the kitchen.
I made cheesy potato and ham casserole for dinner.
I did dishes.
I did not get the picture on the wall.
I saw Rusty and Ruth out playing around the big tree at the end of the drive.
As mentioned the resident hawk put in an eye catching appearance.
Just a little while ago I heard an owl outside.
My fireplace:
Has truly become a place of fire.
And I'm pondering the true meaning of hotbed, while I wait for one log to burn down so I can throw another log on the fire and go to bed.
Jethro was happy sleeping with his dogs.
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