Being Boswell

The Honeymoon is Over

We are headed out of PLT. Back over the rutted road, past the cattle, flocks of sea birds and palm groves. I saw what I thought was an ant eater run off the side of the road and into the bush.  I have never seen an ant eater for real, only on Mutual of Omaha’s WiId Kingdom, but if memory serves me, it was an ant eater. So later when I saw movement on the side of the-sorry excuse for a-road, I perked up.

 

“What is that?” We both looked carefully as Tom slowed the car down. It was a tiny brown puppy. Continue Reading

Patricia Boswell

Staycation continued

DAY 2 Tuesday

No alarm clock. A nice way to start the day.

I made coffee and heated a half of blueberry muffin I had bought in advance for just this occasion. I usually don’t let myself eat much bread. I savored it. I covered it in butter and waited while it melted into the cake. I will eat the other half tomorrow.

I was drawn to do some work that involved using my lap top. After finishing up I began doing research on blogging. I lost time, as well as, my sense of well being in my search. My reptilian brain was back. This time reminding me I will never Continue Reading

Patricia Boswell

The Honeymoon is Over

We are headed out of PLT. Back over the rutted road, past the cattle, flocks of sea birds and palm groves. I saw what I thought was an ant eater run off the side of the road and into the bush.  I have never seen an ant eater for real, only on Mutual of Omaha’s WiId Kingdom, but if memory serves me, it was an ant eater. So later when I saw movement on the side of the-sorry excuse for a-road, I perked up.

 

“What is that?” We both looked carefully as Tom slowed the car down. It was a tiny brown puppy. Continue Reading

Patricia Boswell

Staycation continued

DAY 2 Tuesday

No alarm clock. A nice way to start the day.

I made coffee and heated a half of blueberry muffin I had bought in advance for just this occasion. I usually don’t let myself eat much bread. I savored it. I covered it in butter and waited while it melted into the cake. I will eat the other half tomorrow.

I was drawn to do some work that involved using my lap top. After finishing up I began doing research on blogging. I lost time, as well as, my sense of well being in my search. My reptilian brain was back. This time reminding me I will never Continue Reading

Patricia Boswell