Okay.  My little hands are shaking tonight.  Ginormous hands, actually….  Bu no matter.  I can’t write.

Well.  Maybe a little.  I was going to tell you all about this great and wonderful Memorial Day…. which capped off a truly fun and VERY active weekend.

I mean… today alone.  Holy Smackerels.  What a day at the races.

I saved a little toadish-frogish-toad.  He was trying to hop around poolside,  while I cleaned out the main filter system.  But his little webs were getting very hot on our stone tiles which cover the entire patio area.  So he was walking along… picking up his little feet… you could almost hear him saying… “Ooooo Ooooooooo Ooooo.  Ouch. Ouch.”

At any rate, I scooped him up and took him down by the pond.  He complained about his aching webs the whole way.

Later in the afteroon….  there was a swim / pizza party with five of my favorite people in the world.  Oh my goodness.  What a splashing good time.  And Vic Cassano did the pizza exactly right. During the evening … we took a gator ride down to the bridge and hunted for flat rocks.

We found a bunch!  And skipped some rocks too.

But I can’t write about any of this… and so much more.  The things which smattered our weekend with tiny great blessings here and there.

Tonight, as I sat down at the keyboard, I let the dogs out to pee one more time before beddie-bye.

Well… Brutus the Raccoon came on the scene.  What a horrible sounding melee. There was growling, barking, yipping, screaming, crying… ….  AND THEN you should have heard all the noises the dogs and the raccoon were making.

At any rate, the beast got a hold of Ollie…. at least it sounded that way.  Mary and I took flight out the door, armed with a ball bat and a broom.  We eventually got both dogs back in the house.  But not without a big bunch of adrenaline-pumping excitement.

Maxine was in the house.  Deaf, and not seeing so well.  She just sat in the middle of the living room… wondering where the hell everyone went.

So as you can see… writing is out of the question tonight.  Maybe I’ll have something to say tomorrow.

“Holy Smokes.  Don’t hit Frances!” – Polly to Broom-Wielding-Mary

“Grab HER!  Geeeeezzzz.  Grab HERRRR!” – Mary to Bat-Wielding-Polly

“And this used to be such a nice neighborhood.” – Brutus the Raccoon