I look to the east and then to the west

As much as I love my job, I so look forward to my weekends. Today, upon my arrival home, I was greeted by a very happy dog, which only made things better.

Unfortunately, George must have just rolled in something rank because the scent of him was so off-putting, it made me groan. I watched him skulk away, and then I turned and went into the house, as I heard my husband calling him from the backyard.

After I got changed, I saw that someone was getting a much-needed bath.




George is always good for this minor inconvenience.



He does enjoy the drying bit and has his own towel, too.

I’d forgotten that I told my husband that I’d take over the dinner chores this evening so I did what I do best and ordered a pizza from the gourmet place outside of town.

I bought a roasted red pepper, portabella mushroom and spinach pizza and I had a lovely little pinot grigio with it. At the dinner table, my husband was telling me about the new path that he made through the little woods out front but the pizza tasted so darn good that I barely heard him.



And then later on he asked if I wanted to see the path and I said yes, oh yes! I think he was surprised I was so excited, but I believe it was the fact that it’s the weekend! and it’s October! and I’m feeling better! But I mostly believe it was the wine talking.

 And so I followed him to where his little path begins.



And, as I walked, I thought to myself that I would remember this day. But I have such a lousy memory sometimes, so I was glad I'd thought to bring the camera along.

The house faces south and the path ran through a small wooded area that leads to an empty field a the edge of two developments.



The river is directly ahead but we can only see the bridges that line the horizon. It was nearly sunset.



I looked to the east.



And then to the west.



George is also looking west. (And looking very clean).



And then we turned back and came home.



For those who are new here, we don’t own the manor house where we live. We’re caretaking the place for people we know and moved here in October 2008 after my husband lost his job due to medical reasons.

But home is wherever your heart is. And right now, this is home.

I still haven’t read all your comments from yesterday’s Q&A. Thanks to so many of you for answering my little questions. I love getting to know you better and am saving your answers for dessert.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .