Eccentricity
My favorite times of day are early morning and early evening. We have Adirondack chairs that are in the shade that face our pasture during those favorite periods. Our English Shepherd, Maggie Moo, very often joins me for a chat while I enjoy my cup of coffee. This morning I was by the pool in my new orange, plastic chair when she joined me. I told her that Lynne had told me the previous night that I didn't need any added evidence (wearing mismatched socks) to convince her I am eccentric. I will let you interpret the look Maggie Moo gave me in response to Lynne's comment. My interpretation is disbelief that anyone could consider the distributor of her crunchy treats as eccentric. Then she looked intently at me and asked with her eyebrows, "what does it mean to be eccentric? Teal'c (our now deceased Great Pyrenees) buried empty plastic bottles. Was he eccentric, dude!" She always adds 'Dude' to e...
