Morning Walk

The reality of our early morning walks put to music.  You may or may not find this song funny.

The Morning Walk
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Walk the dog three sunder miles
Before the sun begins to rise
Photographing cranes through the brush
While Dawn applies her soft pink blush

[Verse 2]
Winding trails hold booby traps
Stepping over coyote crap
Tree roots of all evil lie in wait
Trying to trip us up

[Chorus]
Daily early morning walks
Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness
Monsters succumb to morningtide
Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us

[Verse 3]
Taking pauses for leglifts
Pilates pee-mail on the tumbleweeds
Messages are left for canine noses
For one and all to ascertain
That “Jake was here!” Again

[Bridge]
Frosty air irritates the nose
Clear it with a Farmer’s blow
Blasting boogers broken backs
Paralyzed on the frozen ground

[Chorus]
Daily early morning walks
Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness
Monsters succumb to morningtide
Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us

[Outro]
Slow first mile then quickened pace
Dragging the line past hugging trees
He still gets in a few last pees
Before we’re standing at the door
Turning off the clock
Starting morning chores

Spunk: “Let’s hear what you got, Paparazzo!” Marble: “I don’t think I can take it!”

We love it! Stupid cats.

Belafonte: “Is it safe to come out and dance?”

Hard Frost

When Jake and I left for our walk at 6:45 a.m., the temperature was 25º F (-3.9º C). When we got back home 55 minutes later, the temperature had dropped to 24º F (-4.4º C). We had been getting light frost for the past two weeks. This morning was the first hard frost.

Marble trying to warm herself in the cold sunrise

Our Burning Bush

Jake under half moon at sunset

Spunk lying on my lap in front of the fireplace in the library

Sleeping in Past Sunrise

Freezing temperatures and a higher river level produced more fog this morning.

A more colorful dawn

While Jake and I were out walking in freezing temperatures at daybreak, the cats were still asleep on the bed when we got back before sunrise. They were still sleeping in after sunrise.

Marble says one of many advantages she has over being a dog is that she can sleep in while the dog and stupid paparazzo have to go on a walk in the freezing cold.

Sunset

Coming Down

Almost sunrise

A mini mass ascention. The Balloon Fiesta begins on Saturday.

🎶Humanities is coming down. 🎶Coming down. 🎶Coming down.

🎶Humanities is coming down!

🎶My U Bunny!

Sasha and Marble

Silver Mary Elephant: ” Caaaats! CaaAats! CAaAaAts!

Old & Gray

People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).

Belafonte

Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee

Loki’s back…

…and helped me with the laundry

Silver @sunrise

Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday

A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn

“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”

Marble

Spunk tucked in and grooming

All worn out from grooming

“This is the life!”

Loki

Old and Gray
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
I have a parrot on my hand
And a cat on my lap
I’m not sure life
Can get much better than that

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Verse2]
When simple pleasures come my way
I savor them from day to day
As life slows down
Time moves much faster
I teeder on the edge of disaster

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Outro]
Old and gray, stuck in my ways
But with the birds, and cats
And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix
This old dog can learn a few new tricks

Ducks In The Mist

Dawn

Wet dog at dawn

Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.

Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’

Ducks in the mist

After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.

More ducks in the mist

Mist sans ducks

Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn

Glenda

Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.

Veteran’s Honor

Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.

Sunset