Dreams of the Dragonfly

If the antics of Sherman and Peabody, who were owners of a "way-back machine," were any indication, time has a way of being fluid.

Einstein, one of the smartest guys I know of, believed there was a "space-time continuum" (or is that Sheldon, from the "Big Bang Theory") (or both?) in that time is like a river, flowing in eddies and currents, traveling sometimes backwards, forwards, stopping, and starting, slowly and quickly, but not always in the same direction, or the same speed.

H.G.Wells wrote his amazing book of touring through time around the same period that Jules Verne envisioned a time of fantastic travel.

Thinking about these possibilities, I firmly believe that I have been a passenger in one of these time machines. Otherwise, I wouldn't be wondering where in the world my summer went since my last posting.

Avast! I say, Avast! My time ship beckoned and I apparently boarded.

Of course, I did have a multitude of activities which kept me busy during those extremely hot days of summer.

A visit from my mother-in-law and her friend in June, with wonderful day trips into the Rocky Mountains, including Rocky Mountain National Park:

A three-day trip to Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton National Park in July:

And August! So much was done in August, the most time consuming one being the packing up and moving from my lovely downtown loft to a two-story town home in the suburbs.

The Loft...

The Town home...

September? Ah, those warm days of September, when we visited the humane shelter and adopted a one-year-old, purebred black Labrador Retriever. (Getting to know him these past several weeks, however, has made me seriously pondering if he isn't really crossed with a sloth...but that is another story...)

Now that things seem to have settled down quite a bit (other than a contentious presidential race) I am planning to devote more time to reading my list of lovely blogs again, and posting!

Suffice to say that I have (as yet) fallen off the face of the earth.