Some days I’m feelin’ it. Some days I’m not. By the time the sun left the Ozarkansas sky last night, I simply didn’t have the juice to organize my thoughts, put pen to paper (figuratively speaking) and offer the readers of Ubi Libertas Blog anything particularly coherent.
It happens. There are days like that.
We were occupied yesterday with carting two of the dogs to the vet — Dipstick had developed a nasty growth on one eyelid, and Smudge needed her Bordetella vaccine. Not wanting to leave Scout motorhome-alone all day, she came along for the ride.
That collection of five warm bodies turned our Jeep into something of a clown car. I drove, Deb held the puppy on her lap, and we clipped the other two into the dog hammock in the back seat. It was, to say the least, a squeeze.
We left Harrison early enough to allow plenty of time for a stop at The Mountain. All three dogs had a ball romping around at Deb’s cousin’s cabin. Dipstick did fine off-leash, to our surprise, sticking close to Deb and me. Scout got around great, considering her gimpy condition, relaxed and happy.
Yesterday also was the day we expected our septic system to be finished. When we drove by the homesite on our way up, we saw no evidence that anything more had been done. The contractor wasn’t there when we left around 2pm, either. That was mildly disappointing.
At the clinic in Midway, Deb went inside with Dipstick while I waited in the Wrangler with Scout and Smudge. When the first exam was done, Deb relieved me and I took the puppy in for her vaccination. Our canine choreography worked out fine.
Good news — Dipstick’s eye won’t require surgery. Smudge was the perfect little lady for her appointment, and the vet offered helpful insights into some of her behavioral quirks. She turns six months old this week, so while we were there we scheduled her spay for mid-April.
And then we drove the 60 miles back to the campground.
Deb’s cousin later reported that our backhoe guy had arrived to work on the septic system after we’d left The Mountain. We should find out today how much he got done.
I sat down at my computer intending to compose a blog post that ultimately didn’t happen. Deb stepped outside and captured a brilliant sunset.
And that was our Thursday.
I have some thoughts bouncing around in my head and comments on current events I’d like to share. Once again, though, I’m just not feelin’ it.
Another time, perhaps.
“As long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom — for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.”
from the Declaration of Arbroath, signed 723 years ago yesterday. I’m humbled and proud to say that one of my forebears was among the 39 brave Scots who signed it.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB