June 27, 28, and 29
I worked three days in a row after not working for over a week.  Did not get a ride in until this evening. 


Ash having to play more than one role in an evening hides in a corner near an outlet while plays are happening.  I'm sorry my phone could not capture her encased in monitor light with indigenous women's faces staring down upon here.   Ash is one of my new heroes.

I am so shocked at how fast this month went.  I wanted to enjoy this show for longer.  It was such a nice gallery.  But it is coming down now and our new interactive show goes up Thursday with an opening on Saturday.  It's going to be really good.  





Fast ride tonight.  The rookery is mud and drift wood.  There were no birds today except the good old red winged blackbirds.  I wonder if we lost nests and babies, like the wood ducks, do you think they made it to safe ground?

Lots of new flowers blooming today.  The day lilies are all over the place and the wild orchids are so sweet.   

Sorry for missing those days, but I worked until after 9 for 3 nights and tonight I got home at 5.   I'm back on track.  I was going to hear the symphony tonight with Ember and family, but they were sick and I didn't want to take the chance of catching anything.  I spent too many days on antibiotics this month as it was.  

I miss them though.

Ok, tomorrow starts a brand new week.  All's well.  






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