Once again we are in the midst of a drought. Significant rain is falling very near us. But every afternoon we get thunder and humidity and not a drop of rain. We do have some in the forecast so we are hoping it comes to fruition.
Every Friday my husband drives to a neighboring town to Fresh Market for seafood, meat, and fresh baked bread. And each Friday he has a slice of the bread with his salad lunch. Lucy loves Fridays. Because I must cut a small portion off the end of the loaf to slice a piece of bread. And that small end slice gets cut into small cubes for Lucy. Our Lucy loves bread as much as Oprah does, but unlike Oprah, Lucy gets bread only once a week and not everyday. [In case you are confused, Oprah does a Weight Watchers commercial in which she talks about her love of bread.] Always alert to the sounds that mean good things for her, Lucy waits until she hears me open the bread box. Then she runs into the kitchen to wait for her bread. She is all smiles as she waits and her tail is wagging non-stop.
It's time, Mom! Where's the bread?
Forget about the beef, where's the bread?
In these days of frustrating politics and news, it is such a welcome relief to have such a goofy dog. She makes me laugh at least once a day with her antics.
Our quote comes from Pope John XXIII, a Pope meant to be a place-holder but who made huge changes in the archaic Catholic dogma.
Consult not your fears but your hopes and dreams.
Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential
Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in,
But with what it is still possible for you to do.
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND, EVERYONE!!!
OUR THOUGHTS GO OUT TO THOSE IN NEED;
THOSE WHO ARE SUFFERING;
THOSE WHO ARE GRIEVING.
HELP THEM IF YOU CAN