Afternoon Nap ... Attempt 3

The third attempt is not at taking a nap ... the third attempt is for posting about naps. Sigh.
::waving both hands in a shooing motion:: Regardless.

I, Fantastic Fabiola, long wondered what in the world people ever so slightly older than Fabiola could be thinking when they spoke all misty eyed about taking an afternoon nap. Fabiola now knows. It is kind of like magic, one year afternoons are for completing tasks, the next afternoons are for fighting off the impulse to just lay down on a nice soft bed (couch, floor, shady spot under a tree) and take a little nappers. Not being the kind of gal that just gives in to the forces of nature (have you seen Fabiola's hair? Fabiola has to tell you that nature abhors upright hair more than it does a vaccuum, it is a known fact.) where was Fabiola? Oh. Midsentence. Can't be helped. Fabiola has not given in to the lure of afternoon naps. She believes that God invented Red Bull or coffee for just that situation. Sugar free Red Bull darlings, a gal Fabiola's age can't spare the calories.

That is all for the moment.

Almost Storm Clouds

Two days ago, in the evening, I, Fantastic Fabiola, spotted the most wonderous clouds.  Pink and yellow and white and blue and grey, these clouds were almost storm clouds.  Fabiola has to confess that she stood in the yard just watching as they rolled and changed continuously.  Now, clouds change if the wind is right, but usually you have to glance away then look back to notice.  These clouds from two evenings ago, changed right in front of Fabiola's eyes. 

Fabiola wanted to include a video (she took one don'tchaknow?) but the connection is snail like tonight, so maybe tomorrow.

Back to school

beans and a school bus. the beans are in the background. round here always, unless it is corn.

Looks like a bunny

well it does.