If you were here earlier than you will notice today's post is missing.  That's probably because I took it down.  I've decided I'm moving to my happy place.  From now on I'm only going to think of happy things and not torment myself with thoughts of having to spend my summer staring at snotty neighbours.  I will instead look to the other side of my property and pretend that the other one doesn't exist. 

  "Cheese Slice Bob" is a lovely gentleman that lives on the happy side of our house.  Mr. Hunter regularly goes over to visit and receives his mandatory cheese slice once a day.  He used to go and visit "White Mocha down the street until she adopted one of those nasty hissing things but sometimes he still begs from a distance.

   Then there are the dog people in behind.  They all gather and wander through the green space behind our lot allowing the dogs to frolic off leash together.  That's a happy place.   I will no longer look to my left and things will be nice.  Happy. 

  It's a hot week so cycling in the early morning and art in the afternoon facing the right side of the house.  I just won't look left.  When I was working at the hospital in opthalmology OS stood for oculus sinister which was the left eye.  In nursing school we learned that the left side of the body was concidered the sinister or evil side at one time and sinister comes from the latin term sinestra.  I believe it!