Hey there, beautiful hearts of San Saba! I know for many of you the week has been spent toiling away in the service of others trying to bring back a bit of normalcy to a life ravaged by Mother Nature, and we thank you for your valiant and tireless efforts.
The floods left another monster besides destruction with, us and it is that Texas tyrant known as the mosquito. Now I have heard tell of a mind numbing drink called a Mojito, but my darling friends, mosquitoes prefer to drink your blood, no lime, blender necessary, and alcohol is certainly not a prerequisite!
These insidious, seemingly invisible tyrants are silent vampires with built in syringes for taking blood samples! One is not made aware of their blood-thirsty intrusion until it is too late, and trust me, they are not registered with health care services! In fact, on the contrary, I have heard they are capable of transmitting disease, and I don’t mean by antenna!! Let me tell you, those suckers do not care about the quality of blood they drink either. Mom takes a myriad of heart medications including blood thinners, and she looks like a mosquito docking station! Yep, they don’t even care that they are drinking diet blood!
Okay, now that I have ranted about mosquitoes, shall I start on mom? Wait a sec, I am about to tell you how she left me in my kennel to go galavanting to with Mandy to get new glasses, and yet she did bring me home a big sack of turkey meatballs and oven roasted chicken strips… perhaps I best shut up! By the way, both are absolutely delicious! I suppose I really shouldn’t complain about her leaving me in my kennel for a few hours when most of the time I am wrapped in her arms like a newborn baby. The woman adores me; yeah, she does!
Mom is watching a storm that could hit the Houston area this weekend. Weather people are downplaying it, but mom said she has lived through that before with weather liars down there. Mother Nature has her own ideas as we all found out. My brother Shawn lives in Dickinson in a gorgeous house with a swimming pool. I would rather his house not become part of the pool!
Mom began this enormous painting, and I get to spend time out on the front porch watching the inner workings of her mind… I will be calling the paramedics to take her away very soon because I hear traumatic brain damage needs immediate attention!!
I love you, my precious friends!! You make being a dachshund even more special and fun… thank you! Have a glorious week and please remember no matter what your circumstances in life…you are here to live them which means you are here to make them either better or worse…it is solely up to you!
Love, Lenny