Where I Want To Be

  Something is amiss here on the Bayou.  For the past week or so, I have been more or less housebound.  Not that I mind.  I like my little house.  Still, I prefer to be roaming the hillside or on the pier.  The pier is my peaceful place.  It is where I go when I need to rejuvenate the attitude and outlook on things.  The water is calming.  But, as I said, I have been housebound, in a way.  With the old dog not feeling up to par, it seemed the perfect time to delve into a new project.  Since I have to be at his beck and call due to the pain and falls, I may as well get something done.  So, the entryway received a makeover and now the craft room has been gutted.  It does keep me busy and keep my mind occupied, at least.  And...I am never too far away from Mr. PJ if his legs suddenly give.  I have learned how to pick up a nigh on 70lb dog without hurting myself.  The one episode of bracing him with my knee and causing it injury is enough!

  Today, however, I took him for a slow walk down the hill.  He wanted to stay for a bit and just feel the breeze so...we did just that.  I plopped on the ground next to him and we sat...for about an hour.  He seemed to relish the time spent just staring out over the Bay and I enjoyed just being outside with him.  

  Staring down that long pier did make me realize just how much I miss watching the sunrise up over the Bayou and then in the evening watching it slide down behind the pines on the opposite side of the Bay.  I miss fishing and crabbing for our lunch and dinner.  I miss the smell of low tide and the the wind hitting my face.  I miss the pier.  But, that will have to wait until another day.  The old dog cannot make it that far, nor would I trust his legs not to collapse at an inopportune time.  Fishing him out of the water would be nigh on impossible.  Mr. PJ's well being comes first.  The pier can wait.  It will have to wait.