The AC is on in the house today. Humidity is up. It rained all night but no storms. So I could only listen to the rain drops as I fell asleep.
The Director of Nursing had me going crazy today with projects she kept coming up with. I worked until almost 4. I was going to go to the grocery store after work and get something for dinner but I ended up going right home I was beat. After I was home for a bit husband convinced me to jump in the car with him so we could go get some fresh lettuce and tomato so we could at least throw together a tuna, lettuce, tomato sandwich for dinner. We even stopped at the bakery for fresh bread.
When we got back from the market, pulled in the driveway, got out of the car and there was my little hunter, my cat Buddy come towards us with a chipmunk in his mouth. We started yelling, Buddy, put that chipmunk down. The poor think was still alive and he was so proud of what he got he was bringing it to us.
One time my little hunter was crying at the front door. Well we have two doors that lead into the front foyer. One is big wooden solid cherry wooden door and just beyond that is a single French door with all little windows in it. The big wooden door was open and Buddy was standing at the French door meowing to come in. I wasn't paying attention but apparently he had a snake in his mouth that he had laid down on the floor so he could meow to come in and just as I opened the door he reached down to pick the snake up and carry it in past me. I quickly slammed the door shut much to his surprise. "What, I can't bring the snake in to play with?"
Everyday as the weather got warmer this Spring, I would come home from work and find a mouse sitting at the back door, dead of course. He is so proud of his catches. I tell everyone that someday he is going to bring a bigger wildlife guest home, he probably tell them I will feed them.
This photo is a picture of the Great Hunter resting after a full day of stalking his prey.
I got an e mail from my cousin's daughter today saying that her and her friend are going to fly up to New York City for a weekend in July and she wanted to know if my daughter and I wanted to meet them there. I know my daughter is going to be psyched. Her friend is from Italy and owns a home across the street from my cousin's daughter. She goes back and forth to Italy like I would go back and forth to the grocery store. She only lives in Florida part time and she has never been to NYC, so this should be fun. She wants to go to a Broadway show and do some shopping and we will probably stay in a hotel right in midtown. My daughter is such an old hat at traveling to the city. Her and her friend are old pros at driving there, finding the best place to stay and the best spot to leave your car. And that's just it, she is going to want to drive down because she has done it so many times and I hate the traffic. I am going to have to find me some Valium or something to take before we get in the car. I know she will not consent to taking the train, which I really enjoy. But there is no sense in me taking the train and her driving.
My daughter's friend, the one she goes to NYC all the time with is serving in the military as a Sergeant in the Air Force. When they go to the city sometimes they are able to get a reservation in one of the military hotels down there. My daughter said the couple of times they stayed it was very nice. They took two brownstone private homes that were joined together and made them into one hotel for military personnel.
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