I've heard it said many times that dogs can feel your emotions. I've been around animals enough to know this is an absolute truth. My 10 year old beagle is not long for this world. And I can feel it. He has a few days or weeks left. I'm weeping as I write this post. I keep telling him, " It's okay." He hurts.
His eyes are so sad. Every else has gone to bed. I'm sitting with him. I'm not posting this looking for replies. CoSo is my safe place and I just wanted to get this down.

One of my boys had a dream when he was 14 to fix up a 1951 pickup. So he saved a bunch of money and we split the cost of buying a real fixer-upper. I showed him how to rebuild the carb. And we were working on pulling the motor. Alas...it was too much for him so he decided to sell it. Today was the day the new owner came to get it. One chapter closed. A new adventure awaits.

This is what my weekend is planning for me.

This evening's menu...

The fun things you see while jogging around the kids' soccer fields. Probably only good for making rope or jeans but it gave me a smile just the same.

Ever have that friend in the late 80s who refused to listen to CDs because they just couldn't sound as s good as vinyl? They were jerks. But they weren't necessarily wrong. And vinyl is by no surprise making a comeback. Anyway...I'm the person who says this butter is better than any other I've ever had. Ever. Maybe it's my Irish roots. But maybe, just maybe, it's just the best stuff e-v-e-r. I blame my Irish roots for my alcohol consumption, so I might as well hang this on it too. 😎

When you let one of your kids "update" your computer desk.

Everytime I walk by this beast I can't help but say a silent thank you to the men and women of our armed forces. Their sacrifices and dedication make it possible for me sit on my tailgate on a warm summer evening writing this silly post.
#ANAMC 🇺🇸

Binging this with a couple of the boys this weekend. I have zero time for this but am enjoying hanging with them. They will be grown and out of the house before I know it.
#CatsInTheCradle

I believe this weapon is way more powerful, in both good ways and bad, as any AR15 or AK47.

Fortenite being played out IRL in my neighborhood today.

I'm never sure how worried to be when the awacs starts doing touch-and-goes.
#ShadesOf911

Splitting time with my brother spending nights at my dad's house as dad transitions from rehab for a broken leg to living at home. It's only 25 miles from my place but this calm morning seems like a million miles from my hectic house.
I will use this image today to keep me centered as I wade through the piles of news that would undoubtedly otherwise take me to a very dark place. And coffee. That too. 😁
#caffeineclub

One of my mom's paintings. I've always liked this one. I miss her.

Some days the lines and shadows and colors just will not be suppressed. I "scribbled" these balloons years ago from unraveled picture hanging wire. They have since always been stuck to a frame by my desk. I see them every day. Some days, like today, they call to me and remind me to let my mind go free more often. Thank you, balloons.

Spent the first part of the week in San Francisco. It was beautiful (traffic notwithstanding). Came back to this junk.

Just finished the 22 hour drive back from the beach to the landlocked Midwest. Sooooo tired. But it was worth it.

A week of vacation on Pawley's island SC has just begun . Effing-A I'm so ready for this.

Time to rejoice for a minute.
The smile of a man, my dad, sitting in his own kitchen for the first time in over 100 days because a broken leg and rehab.
#CelebratedWithChivasRegalAndANap

I've had one of these days. Not quite a red but it was close. Even gonna change my profile pic just to remind myself to chill out. 😎