Life at any given moment.

Now it's HOME.

We (Harley, me-me, and myself) had a long drive back to Wilmington today. It rained without stop all the way. The entire time all I could think about was having to walk two dogs in the rain on the beach, and how I didn't have an umbrella or hoodie. The very thought made me feel wet. They rode well; Me-me settled on my lap as usual and Harley sat up in the passenger seat to see where we were going. Now and then I put the window down a few inches for him to get a scent of where we were. They need that if they ever get lost. After about an hour he settled in, curling up for a nap. Something I longed to do. As we neared hwy 76/74 at Reiglewood the rain began to let up. I was hopeful. Then I turned onto the hwy 76/74 and my hopes were dashed. That has got to be the darkest road in NC. Traffic was heavy and got heavier the closer we got to the bridge. As usual Me-me knew we were close to home when we went over the bridge and sprang up to the window like a kid looking for Santa after hearing something on the roof!
Carolina Beach Road is scarry at the least on a rainy night. Going over Snow's Cut bridge brought Harley to life and he whined all the way to the Condo. As soon as we parked and everyone was out of the car it was off to the races. Who was going to go first and in which direction was the old lady going to give in to? Harley immediately made the dog-walk grass HIS and naturally under the window of the lady that watches to see if you pick it up! I wasn't prepared to pick up cow-patties so we immediately made haste to the beach. Harley was led by Me-me down the beaten path, I tagged along. We were there only a few minutes watching the churning surf. The wind was kicking up the waves by the pier making them roar loudly. I could still hear them on my porch when we returned.
It is an unusually warm night and sitting on the porch eating supper was a joy. Harley excitedly watched a racoon playing around the swimming pool. He is taking to the condo really well. He is at present lying at the back porch door (it is open), Me-me is naturally in my lap with her head resting on my right arm as I type, and all is well with the world.
I am comfortable now. Another worry out of the way.
The Christmas tree is lit, with presents wrapped and awaiting their owners arrival on Sunday.
This will be the best Christmas I have had in a long long time.