I don't know what this is.

I feel so nice, sitting on my chair in the back yard, by the fence, where the sun will stay latest. Carys is spraying me with the plants water bottle. The wind is blowing every so often, and Cowboy Junkies turned up in the shuffle. We are going to stay on them for a while. It is like daytime david lynch. The pretty stuff. The sun feels amazing. I love to soak it up in every area I can possibly expose without truly traumatizing my child or anyone silly enough to peek through the fence. There is a nice quiet lady one one side whose daughter and grand baby are visiting. they are outside, i can hear the tone of speak that means a baby is in the conversation. The other side has a family, man, woman, kid, doggie. A Yorkie! they also have a grandpa, i think. That dog is adorable. The woman told me that you can run with it. How soon this chick will be running is still a question mark. I stubbed my toe in the largest possible way this weekend. I kicked one of those foot shaped stepping stones. Eyeroll, please. The fucker looks like an abused rump roast in the half price bin. Purple and grey-green, with enough pink to suggest it was alive at sometime not too far in the past.