One of These Things…

…is not like the other.*
These birds doing their morning toilet next to the lake reminded me of the Sesame Street song:

One of these things
is not like the others.
One of these things
doesn't belong.


We went to Lake Ralphine this morning. It's a short walk around the lake, but has several places that look clean enough for Ozzie to swim in so he brought his stick along.

We took Dana, Jim and the boys to the Sonoma County Airport which has direct flights to Las Vegas, except when the plane has "maintenance issues". So fear the celebration of Jim's 50th birthday, Peter's 16th birthday and Will's graduation isn't getting off the ground. The good thing about a tiny airport is that it is very easy…except when it isn't. Their carefully honed plan to be settled in the hotel in time to watch the Warrior game has been scuttled and now they are just hoping to get there sometime today.

OilMan picked up Rudy and Blake on the way back from the airport, and brought them here. The house, especially the office is barricaded with a sign on the door that reads NO ENTRY because the pieces of the quilt in progress are laid out on the floor. The problem is, the dogs can't read….

It's still hot and Rudy is going to bark at everything that moves or makes a noise until he gets used to the sounds particular to this house…unless we put him in the bathroom in which cue he will bark at the bathroom door…
I wonder if they make tiny collars that give him a shock every time he barks?

Clearly it is a hot, lazy Sunday….

*There are several white geese living at Lake Ralphine. They seem to like to chill with the swans.