The other day I had some waiting to do. My husband was having an MRI on both sore shoulders, two separate procedures. I sat in the waiting room a while, read a bit, flipped through magazines, and of course, visited the candy machine. 
But I got cold. And bored. Although, I’m not really allowed to use that word. I tell the grand fairies that only boring people get bored.
So I took the advice I offer to them, and found something to do. Even though temps were hovering near 100, I went for a walk. To avoid the worst of the heat, I traipsed through a neighborhood where there was some shade.
I passed a buiseness with a pretty, AQUA, stone wall. I’d driven by it for years, but had never walked up to see just how magical that color of stone looked up close.
This isn’t something you see very often. Not only does this home have a spiderweb fence made out of twine, the fence posts are skulls. ALL THE WAY AROUND THE YARD. That is either commitment to their design aesthetic, or over exuberant Halloween decorators who ran out of juice after all of the festivities were over and decided just to leave it up for next year.
Either way, I admired the look. Especially since this fence seems to be holding in a lion. See it roaring in the bushes?
This iron fence is more mainstream.
Along the block, I saw an gateway to nowhere. Not only does a pile of rock block the entrance, a fence stops you from walking through.
At that point, the heat was starting to get to me, so I staggered back to the boring waiting room to cool off. It was a nice, much needed break. But I was ready for an air conditioned space and letting myself be bored. Please do not tell Sugarwings or Dewdrop that I said that.
Hi Karla,
Just a thought today on what blogging has meant to me. I started reading your blog when I didn’t know what blogs were and I was amazed that when I would leave a comment, you would always answer back. Back when blogs were fun and not just to sell stuff. Anyway, a few summers back my son and I were in your pretty hometown to look at an RV. We drove from Springfield, MO. As we were driving down the street my son said, do you know anyone here you want to visit? I said yes, her name is Karla. He said, do you want to go see her? I said well, she doesn’t know me. So hello Karla friend, who doesn’t know me!
Thank you, Carol, sometimes I wonder if anyone is still reading. I’m glad to know I still have blog friends out there.
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