Family Reunion

Recently while we were out at the farm, I ran into a few relatives of mine. It’s always nice to see family, if nothing more than to remind you how lucky you are to lead a life of privilege. Yeesh. Those guys could really use a hot bath. 

All that matters though is that my boy was happy to meet some new skeletons. We sat there talking and reminiscing for what felt like hours. My relatives even sent him home with a few mementos: A couple of antlers and part of a spine. Doesn’t get much better than that.  

Skeletons Scary? Come again?

This is the look my boy gives every single time someone says, “He’s so scary!”

He be like, “Say whaaaat?!!”

Meet Me In the Morning

I love mornings with my boy. Crisp cool air coming in the windows. Smell of coffee in the air. It settles my soul. We snuggle and listen to the roosters out in the yard compete for the loudest crow.

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me ... Likewise For Shelled Corn

It’s officially fall and around here, that also means harvest time. What better time of year to spend a day out on the farm? The skies are bluer, the air has something special in (and I don’t just mean the dust from combines), the sunsets are richer…

As far as this skeleton is concerned, fall is the best time of year for lots of reasons and harvest time is one of them. So the boy, his mom and I drove over to our uncle and cousin’s farm to see what kind of trouble we could rustle up.

Here’s my gratuitous giant tire portrait. You know you’re jealous. I think I’m going to to come back for my senior pictures.

Look at this guy! Buckling me in and everything. Salt of the earth this one is. 

It’s getting close to our nap time. I don’t think I’m cut out for farm life … need more muscle.

Not the most flattering photo of myself. I don’t know about you but it looks like I had a wild night and passed out here. That’s all I need right now, people thinking I’m a lush …

Mode of Transportation

There’s worse things than being drug around by the foot. I can’t think of any off the top of my head but I’m sure there’s something. I love my boy but this mode of transportation is just not my style. I need something with swag … like an Escalade. Sheesh, at the this point, I’d take a rickshaw. 

I Prefer Organic ... But Plastic Will Do

It’s often said to my boy that I look hungry. That I look like I haven’t eaten in awhile. That I look like I need to put some meat on my bones and the puns go on and on. Just to put the issue to rest, I want you all to see how well my boy cares for me. Here we are having a picnic in the living room.

 

The boy makes sure I have a well-rounded died of fruits, vegetables and proteins. Oh and that hot dog there? No worries. It’s all-beef.

Off the Grid

I’ve been pleasantly unplugged for the last two weeks. Sometimes a skeleton just needs to unwind. I’ve been soaking up the last rays of summer at the lake - warming up these old bones of mine - and just enjoying life with my boy. While mom was planning and executing a yard sale, the boy and I were left to our own devices. I perfected my Tiramisu while he discovered the joys of running around naked. I also caught a late night showing of The Color Purple and went to find my paperback copy as soon as the credits rolled. Love me some Alice Walker. 

“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.” 
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple