Promises, promises...

I have a little time, and a little patience not to mention all my tasks for today are done. I had to hold off on filling the bird feeder because Mr. F just laid down some grass seed and doesn't want the flocks finishing off the seed and then heading for the yard. Which is what they did last time. So. I did fill the hummingbird feeders. The other day I was giving all the dusty indoor plants a cleansing shower when a little hummer conducted a thorough inspection of who I was, flew to the empty feeder, drank nothing and proceeded to fly in front of me and yell his disapproval. I don't understand hummer speak but if you were there you would have come to the same conclusion. Sugar water was measured and put into the feeders. I swear the little guy defending the grapefruit tree is the same one from last year... I am also going to go ahead and say he's a Lucifer Hummingbird.

Being home isn't so bad at all. The trip helped me chill out and prioritize so I am now as calm as the JH gets (which isn't saying all that much but still). Having KY on the To Do list helps immensely. Being back to work is a nice time filler. Which reminds me of a I'm back to work story.

One of my repeat clients went and got herself another dog. We'll call her M. M was adopted from a puppy mill rescue so of course everyone thinks she is far more special than all the other dogs. I say she is just a little more lucky. The dogs were checked in and I was alerted to the fact that the newest dog has only three feet. It was mentioned due to one of the techs making a comment about halloween and that finding a costume should be easy and she should go as a pirate. Pretty funny. The next thing you know, the same chick that got Jim into a scrap with mohawk man, comes into the grooming room and tells me M has only three feet. I said okay. She goes on to tell me not to worry because it's an old wound (everyone assumes from the puppy mill days). I say okay again but I am wondering where this is going and why she is still on high alert. She then goes on to say that she is only telling me because she doesn't want me to panic, feel guilty or think I did anything wrong. I stop, look up and wait for the laughter. I'm totally into jokes on poor workmanship, even if it's directed toward me, let's face it, they're funny. To my dismay, there is no laughter. She's serious. I tell her how relieved I am as I was looking everywhere for it and worried it had gone down the drain during M's bath. The tech assures me that's not the case and takes off. Give me fucking strength. First, it's not just a missing foot. We're talking gone from the last joint. The beginning of the hock, if you will. Can you imagine? How the hell could I (could anyone) cut through joint, possibly bone, while giving a bath. Second, let's say I did a little prep work. Just for the sake of argument. Let's say I took my hair scissors and did in fact lodge them in the bone. The blood paired with the screaming (and super aggressive behavior that arises from carnivores when they are attacked by another creature and can't get away) would, I'm assuming, be pretty noticeable, don't you think? I'm not saying my scissors aren't incredibly sharp, but they certainly couldn't slice through a bone like it was butter. I'm not sure where to go with this but it further confirms I need to do my own thing.

As previously mentioned, the giant sequoias were as massive as you would think. Not much different than the redwoods but enough to notice. Slightly shorter, fatter and they are less uniform. I did see some little guys that would have made the perfect Christmas trees. It's all about perspective. Some people see beauty, I see unfinished furniture. I digress.

Here are the rest of the pictures. They are from the Northern Unit of the Sequoia National Forest to home. We thought about spending another day checking out the Southern Unit but we were done. Wouldn't it just be more super big trees? Doesn't having a couple free days to ourselves before life takes back over sound grand?