What a great way to spend a Sunday: lulled into complacency without a care; sitting inside with all our curtains open, watching the rain fall, and the birds frolic in the instant puddles and small lakes that have sprung up in the park.
|View from our dining room.|
|A few sites didn't fare too well. 4:00 p.m., still raining!|
|Won't be renting this site today!|
|Another Holiday Rambler Presidential in the park. Glad we're not in that site!|
|Our site is nice and dry.|
Our space is cozy, water-tight and has an almost 360-degree view. We aren't lacking much. And we have each other, too. Life is grand. As Bob says, "It's a good day to hunker down beside the fire." (Well, if we had a fireplace, anyway.)
Temperatures have taken a nose-dive from last week's 95-100 degree days. It's 3:20 p.m. and the temperature is 67 degrees. Our air conditioner is getting a well-deserved rest and our refrigerator is performing marvelously well. I had to turn the refrigerator down a couple of degrees.
Add in the picture of perfect relaxation, our cats, and it's a wonder we're awake at all.
|Sunnie sleeping next to me while I blog.|
|Bowie on his catnip cat scratcher.|
|This is fun. Let's do it again!|
Another activity our cats find fascinating is chewing on cardboard boxes. I swear they are part beaver, especially Bowie, who digs into cardboard and chews off chunks. Whatever it takes to keep them occupied. It's hard enough that they're cooped up in 300+ square feet of space.
On days when they really need to get their wa-was out, they chase each other back and forth for 15 minutes at top cat speed, from the back of the living room to the mirrors on the bedroom closet. At those times, they sound like a herd of horses at the Kentucky Derby...must be because of all the empty space under the 5er.
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Travel Bug out.