Headed to Texas

My trip back to Texas is being made minus FS being towed behind.  So my nights have been spent in hotels, and that has been an experience!  The first night I found a “decent room”, at a decent price, that excepted pets.  However…when we walked in, Coco, (who has never in seven years wet in a house) squated.  I yelled…she stood up…I took her out.  When I came back in, I took a closer look at the carpet, and quite obviously former dog guests has used the carpet as grass!  So disgusting…

The second night, I went to two motels that wanted $25.00 a night for Coco.  The second of those also want a $50.00 deposit for using my Debit Card, which I wouldn’t get back for 2-3 weeks.  What’s with that??  My third attempt ended in about the same price, a $15.00 fee for Coco, and clean floors…yippee!

On the second day I started seeing signs of spring:

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The colors were much prettier before I brought the pics here…many, many shades of green…and look how tall the grass is…

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And then there were these from a rest area…

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For tonight I found a nice room, decent price, and vinyl floors.  So Coco and I are both pleased.  And tomorrow we re-unite with our “little home on wheels”!  Soon we’ll be heading for New Mexico…

 

Shed Not A Tear.

I found this so touching, I simply had to reblog it for others to enjoy.

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Shed not a tear when I be gone,
Don’t wet your cheeks for me.
I’m in the ink you write with
That you can not seem to see.

I sit beside you daily,
as you go about your life.
Watching out for trouble
I try to ward off strife.

I whisper secret stories
In your ear for you to write.
I infiltrate your thoughts
When you put out the light.

So there is no need to feel lonely
Or to wander there in gloom
For I am in every corner
Of each and every room.

*finger to lips* Shhh!

Linda Hill Thank you for your prompt presshereto join in.

This I penned a while ago for a friend who said she didn’t think she could write now her mother had gone. She was her motivation and without her … In a stream of conciousness I wrote this and…

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