lunch and a book.
There is something very freeing about having a drink with lunch while reading a book while sitting outside on a sunny day. And even better, not to be in a hurry for once.
Over fifteen years ago we picked the tiny kitten that was sitting in her food dish.
We loved her, our first baby with fur.
We loved her even when she snagged up our brand new (at the time) couch...climbed the screens on our doors and windows...pooped on me... puked all over our various houses... made my eyes itch...hissed at all our friends and family...drank my Heineken and ate my ice cream. We loved her when she curled up at our feet in bed... got comfortable on our laps and watched TV with us... hovered protectively over my pregnant belly (when it was)... meowed at the birds and the squirrels and the chipmunks... spread out lazily in a sunny window... played with a string or laser light for 3.5 seconds... greeted us at the door when we came home... purred with delight when we pet her behind the ears and under her chin (but never her belly)... meowed with concern when the kids cried... fought over the "good spot" on the couch when the fire was lit.... and so much more.
With our EC (Evil Cat), it was the little things that made her sweet. Truthfully, no one who ever visited our home in the last 15 years believes us when we say she was a sweet cat, but it's the truth. We saved her, we loved her, we nurtured her. And in the end, we couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer so we protected her from pain.
Farewell, kitty. Thank you for being such an important, cuddly and tender part of our family. We miss you already.
E.C. the Cat
04.30.1999 - 08.02.2014
tall and short-ish.
Tonight Pat and I celebrated our 14 years of marriage-ness (three days early, but the kids were at Nana and Papa's so.... I'll take three days early over not at all).
First, we went to a local steakhouse that has been calling our name... for five years. Eddie Martini's was SO AWESOME. In fact, we are searching for a reason to go back. Someone, quick, give us a reason (and the funding) to go back.
Afterward we walked over to Cafe Bavaria for some (more) drinks. for the record, no, we don't always match our drinks. The shorty (me) got the tall beer and the tall guy got the short glass. No matter, they always fit together. Just like us.
Selfies are such the rage that people tend to forget that they require a certain level of bravery... and I'm not super brave. Group selfies, ok. Friend selfies, sure. But individual selfies, eek.
I was dressed and ready to leave the house to meet a new client when I realized that I was DRESSED. And not in something that consisted of a Cotton/Spandex blend with matching running shorts. This was really something. So click I went. Feeling so brave and actually happy about it!
P.S. StitchFixers - The blue silky tank is from StitchFix, with a 3/4 sleeved cardigan from my closet and a purple necklace from my drawer that matched the shirt surprisingly well. You can't see the khaki-colored pin-striped dress-up capris that I had to retrieve from the basement "storage" closet. Note to selfie: wear this outfit again.
The late afternoon's setting sun casts its glowing rays onto the chairs, and the chairs mark their place with these beautiful, perfectly even lines of shadow on the concrete. This is summer at the pool.
This is a sign. Fall is coming when you can see dew drops on leaves in the early morning. Fall is coming... yet somehow I don't remember summer ever starting.
buried in the sand.
My friend and I came around the bend and... WHAT THE?!?!?! At the playground, Samantha was buried under the sand all the way up to her chin. BY REQUEST. Who asks for this? I was speechless, standing there like a buffoon with my mouth hanging open. I literally had no idea what to do about this.
Needless to say, we left the park immediately following her Godzilla-like exit from the sand-cocoon.
It wouldn't be a proper week of 365 if I didn't include a gratuitous puppy picture. Here's my Shadow, as happy as can be. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she's smiling.